One Hundred Years

[Jamie Stewart & Chelsea Wolfe / Both]
It doesn't matter if we all die
Ambition in the back of a black car
In a high building there is so much to do
Going home time, a story on the radio
Something small falls out of your mouth and we laugh
A prayer for something better
A prayer for something better
Please love me

[Jamie Stewart & Chelsea Wolfe / Both]
Meet my mother, but the fear takes hold
Creeping up the stairs in the dark
Waiting for the death blow
Waiting for the death blow
Waiting for the death blow

[Jamie Stewart & Chelsea Wolfe / Both]
Stroking your hair as the patriots are shot
Sharing the world with slaughtered pigs
Have wе got everything?
She strugglеs to get away
The pain and the creeping feeling, a little black haired girl
Waiting for Saturday, the death of her father pushing her
Pushing her white face into the mirror
Aching inside me and turn me 'round
Just like the old days
Just like the old days
Just like the old days
Just like the old days

[Jamie Stewart & Chelsea Wolfe / Both]
Caressing an old man and painting a lifeless face
Just a piece of meat in a clean room
The idiots close in under a yellow moon
All shadows and deliverance under a black flag
A hundred years of blood, crimson
The ribbon tightens round my throat
I open my mouth and my head bursts open
A sound like a tiger thrashing in the water
Thrashing in the water
Over and over and over and over, we die
One after the other
One after the other
One after the other
One after the other

[Jamie Stewart & Chelsea Wolfe]
It feels like a hundred years
A hundred years
A hundred years
A hundred years