The Last Dance Massacre-Darkest Hour

A sudden gasp for air One false move A blank stare is waiting for you Try to piece it together But you haven＇t a clue A blank stare is waiting for you It sends an impulse out Desperately searching Feeding off remains of it all Another burning bridge Another casualty paid in full Just let it crumble down And put to memory Remains of the wasted years It wouldn＇t be the first time It＇s all come crashing down The awful truth is finally out It＇s worse than you thought Feeding off remains of wasted years