A Burning House Filled With Medics

This is a walking nightmare. When night falls our bones will all lie in the graves. This is what I've been waiting for. Our souls soaked in soil. Send out all search parties because we forgot how to love and how to die with fire. It's much easier than this and I don't ask for much. If the oceans flood our lands, I pray I drown in the light. These depths dig deeper, deeper into our hearts and our veins contract to the surface where none is left alive. But we all have a fighting chance, have you forgotten how to pick up your sword? There's an army of angels at your door, why can't you see the light? How congested our minds can be to think that love and happiness has been here all along. No more of this! I have wasted my time thinking all the possible ways to free my mind when the will to fight has already been bought. Yes, I have been saved but it took my will to be free. And I'm coming out tonight with The Ghost. If I can't save every one, I'll save just one. My shadow cast shadows and there's an army of angels that follow right behind me. My will be to ashes. For dust to dust, is the way I came and the way I will go.