Oh nonOnce scaled roof tops now only serve as lonely monuments to remind us of what we've donenThe peaceful skies feel so empty now, we've compromised so much we don't dare look up nThe gentle sound of rain drops now sound like angry screams, we know why they're mad, nWe're screaming for a hero and though his absence makes no sense, the bloody mask you're holding does nThe sweet fruit that our trees once bore have all lost their taste and are full of worms we know this because we eat them anyway nHow does your foot taste now? Has your wish brought you contentment? nYou damned the rescue boat to sea who can save us now? nWe're all gonna drown nOh, no nBroken bottles lay like stain glass windows in search of cathedrals, nBut all they'll ever find is bare skin, nPuncture veins, bleed me dry, fill me with an anesthetic and a lullaby, nSo I can lay comfortably in this bed of broken glass nScreaming for someone to grant you mercy but you don't know who to ask who will save us now?