Monday morning, a Midwest gloom above The word on the other end, the news of death to hope Life slain by love, one last message of the voice of him Life slain by promise, one last message of the voice of him The voice of hope But there was no hope, every second, unfulfilled lifeless reality For every weakened mind, for every broken heart His must remain for memories every fucking day Every word you said came true With this knife to your throat Left in this hole, left alone to die You foresaw the end Is this what you want from us? Is this what you wish from us? I foresaw the end And I fucking get to the end Is this what you want from us? Now we're gonna give it to you Now we're gonna give it to you Now we're gonna give it to you