Somewhere in the end of all this hate

There’s a light ahead that shines into this 

Grave that’s in the end of all this pain

In the night ahead there’s a light upon this

House on a hill

The living, living still

Their intention is to kill 

And they will, they will

But the children are doing fine

I think about them all the time

Until they drink their wine

And they will, they will, they will

Somewhere in the end we’re all insane

To think that light ahead can save us from this

Grave that’s in the end of all this pain

In the night ahead there’s a light upon this

House on a hill

The living, living still

Their intention is to kill 

And they will, they will

But the children are doing fine

I think about them all the time

Until they drink their wine 

And they will, they will, they will

I am not afraid

I won’t burn out in this place

My intention is to fade and I will, I will

In this house on a hill

The dead are living still

Their intention is to kill 

And they will, they will

Keep your children safe inside

Out of pocket, out of mind

Until they drink their wine 

And they will, they will, they will

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