Rape of Conscience Songtext
von Randall Shreve

This is gonna burn
This is gonna sting
This is gonna change everything you thought you knew about everything
This is gonna hurt
No, this is gonna kill
Chances are, this will be the last thing you ever feel

Oh, throw your fists up
Scream, blow your lungs out
This could be the end
Of your world


This is gonna burn
This is gonna bleed
This could be the end of the world
Or it might be just what you need
This is gonna scar
It′s never gonna heal
This will make you second guess everything that you thought was real
And this is gonna pull
Pull you to your knees
And this is gonna pull
Pull you to your knees

Oh, throw your fists up
Scream, blow your lungs out
This could be the end
Oh, throw your fists up
Scream, blow your lungs out
This could be the end

And in the end, someone will hate you no matter what you do
(Don't you know grace is reserved for the dead?)
The question is: Will you survive if that someone is you?

Oh, throw your fists up
Scream, blow your lungs out
This could be the end
Oh, throw your fists up
Scream, blow your lungs out
This could be the end
Oh, throw your fists up
Scream, blow your lungs out
This could be the end of the world