It's over now my hands and my heart don't feel so cold,
I think it's time the cards and the hands all came to a fold,
Fow now the fiends that roam the world may have temporarily ceased their soaring,
Yet I can still picture them in the illusions of a doomsday drawing.
Faster.. faster I ran,
But now I can rest,
My back to the wall my legs slouched on the dirt,
I can only hope that next time I talk to you,
I'll be at my best.
