Open Tribulation

Staring at the open field of momentary dreams.
I'm looking into the eyes of the universe again.
I want to see you there, but so many are looking back.
Are you really worth my time to search for, then?

Here I am, looking towards tomorrows sunset,
Not even focusing on what's coming towards me today.
And yet, even though I care nothing about hurt or pain,
I still cry whenever I'm pushed down the never ending hole.

Forgive me if I'm telling you something you've heard.
You need to hear it again.

*I want to keep the tribulation from occuring.
Nothing can stop the oncomming force of tomorrow.
Today is more strong, and Yesterday is eternal pain.
But until I open myself up to the present,
I'll never gain the gift of living.

Until the period of mourning has concluded.

I'm surreal in the eyes of you.
Looking a bit harder, I saw you begin to cry blood.
Your soul, broken into pieces, turned to stone.
Silently, I laid you to rest again.

Did I kill you? I did not. Quit blaming me for your downfall.
I wish to care about many people around me, but it's tiring.
Am I merciful like an Angel? I have no reason to be.
Are you really worth my time to search for, then?

I'm cowering towards tomorrows sunrise.
I want to be able to understand why I'm so cold.
Perhaps the second part of me, which hides to coldly,
Can explain it better to you than I can.

You pushed me into apocolypse.
I hate you.

(Repeat *)

Promise me this, that even if I stop searching...
Look for me, and wish that I'll be doing well.
That's the only thing I ask of those...
For all who want the tribulation to stop.

(Repeat *)

Until the period of mourning has concluded.