If I don't wake up tomorrow the wind will still be howling out there My cell is getting smaller lies everywhere There was something wrong at rumour control There was something they kept from us The wind outside is still howling in harmony with my thoughts The creeping death will find us each and everyone I was never a man of faith back home but here I pray for my life We have lost the last intersection and it is gone The screams are getting louder I think of loved ones back home The pain is somehow softer but the lights are turning down We have only hate for each other still we take each others hands I feel the heat from your breath it is riddled with disease There is nothing left to do right now I am tired as can be I can't trust anybody nobody can trust me If I don't hear from rumour control here is where I will be