Are we headed towards our doom? Will we all come back from this? With dark clouds above, ahead, The winds sing a death march lick. Let's head strong into the storm. Let's see if we sink like bricks. I don't think we're homeward bound. I'm going down with this ship. I don't think we're coming home, In the same shape or the same form. I just hope we make it out alive. God, I pray that I'm wrong And we return ten times strong Or the very least we all survive... Do you wanna kiss your life goodbye? I won't give in Lay down and die. All hands on deck, we head into the eye. Kiss me if I start to fall With strong intent + tender lips. I fear I'm gonna snap, break And throw it to the wind.