So this is how it ends?
With our eyes closed?
Heads full of regret,
We hold our kids close,
We hold our glasses high,
We make ourselves a toast,
The cyanide burns,
As we swallow
Families lay down,
Grape stained purple sheets,
Freedom in the clouds,
We reach them in our sleep,
We hold our glasses high,
We make ourselves a toast,
We're foaming at the mouth,
and Bleeding from our throats
Convulsing,
Spewing blood from the mouth.
credits
from Eleven,
released November 11, 2016
Lyrics: W.Lantry/ K.Ketchum
Music: W.Lantry