You go looking at me like something is wrong,
cause where your memories fail, your hatred grows strong.
And I can't seem to find the reason for this,
with ten thousand bullets dying to miss.
Caring for me when you kill for yourself
is a too deep emotion to place on the shelf.
It must always be active and within sight
of the sinful and selfish who die when you fight.

The good times are over.
Within these grumpy walls.
Stared into shivers.
The good times are over.

As the last child of thunder is killed in it's sleep,
your sins of enigma gets drowned in your creep.
You tell me this monster was born out of fun,
when the real armageddon was out on the run.

The good times are over.
Within these grumpy walls.
Stared into shivers.
The good times are over.
Running with scissors.
Tumbling back to your feet.
Stared into shivers.
The good times are over.

Out of place.
The last one to drop will be falling from grace.
You are mine.
The fuckups you've made are forever in time.
Bleed for me.
Serve for the future where none will be free.
Call this quits.
The danger is over once we're cut into bits.

The good times are over.
Within these grumpy walls.
Stared into shivers.
The good times are over.
Running with scissors.
Tumbling back to your feet.
Stared into shivers.
The good times are over.

Out of place.
The last one to drop will be falling from grace.