Guns of Summer

If this is my last chance, keep it,

I don't need your jokes,

I'm better off without the misunderstanding

If I am displeasing then leave me

the reason to all our worth,

Would I truly care if we truly mean nothing?

Have we been fed crazy?

Will the curtain save me

from my final pun?

No one will save us,

you think that somebody cares

while the water is rising up?

Let the cleansing begin

Mother, will they ever thank you?

Instead, we hide behind these foolish lies,

ambition has told us otherwise

Cold as winter, Guns of Summer,

point and watch them run.

Summer's will and debris in their son

This is your last chance, will you give up?

But in our turning towards the new

and disregarding these old ways,

will we gain some truth or suffer again?

Allow it as it breaks

and shower our soul

Rain down fire and burn us all.

No one will save us,

you think that somebody cares

while the water is rising up?

Let the cleansing begin

Mother, will they ever thank you?

Instead, we hide behind these foolish lies,

magicians have told us otherwise

Cold as winter, Guns of Summer,

point and watch them run.

Summer's will and debris in their son

This is your last chance, will you give up?

Cold as winter, Guns of Summer,

point and watch them run.

Summer's will and debris in their son

This is your last chance, will you?

Summer's will and debris in their son

This is your last chance, will you?

This is your last chance

（Cold as winter's guns） This is your last chance, will you give?

（Cold as winter's guns） This is your last chance, will you?

（Cold, cold） This is your last chance, will you give?

（as winter's guns） This is your last chance, will you?