Who are you to tell me this is permanent?
Are you not convinced by our afflictions
That there is a lapse refusing to let us advance
Or are you fixed on rejection?

For eight nights, I watched, as our race died
The cause, as in my visions, has left us in refute

White flags are not enough, I want them red
White flags are not enough, I want them red

Take care of the defensive
And cease all witnesses

You could have prevented this
But now your cries are left unheard
I'm thirsty for control
I'm starving for that final word
You could have prevented this

Prepare for the worst, but give in to nothing

Who are you to tell me is permanent