When you're falling down through the hills I hope that you see the forest through the trees. Oh my god, run faster now, it's right at your finger tips. nnIf we're the last of the living, then why send more to death?nThough tomorrow is no promise, how can you take whats left?nYou're tearing down a world already torn!nHow many lives are left for you to reap?nAnd if my hands fall short!nnIt's been too long in this place full of hate.nReach out to the hand to pull you out of the lake.nWe've hid too long.nThese lives are all gone.nnOh my god, what you running from?nWe're coming for you!