#96 12½ months

Fresh cigarettes in the morning,
sweet coco cocaine I'm feeling it,
sky is turning black and red,
whereas blue has gone forever.

Sitting in the dark office number three,
looking outside looking for killing spree,
lying on my desk and I'm waiting,
for death to come and knock on the door.

We've got only twelve and a half months to live,
but we've got forever to love,
we've got everything we need,
we've got meteors flying above.

Angels has fallen and demons risen,
we've had enough of falls 'cause we won't listen,
we became tired so we'd find the reasons,
at the beginning of the end.

We've got only twelve and a half months for the livings,
the Age of Apocalypse is arriving,
there's no regret for us, oh that's what we believing,
let them come, invite them while we standing tall.

Put your ears on the ground,
feel the trembles and sounds,
four horses inbound,
don't lay yourself down,
keep your loves close and around,
gather 'round,
get safe and sound,

'cause tonight,
there will be no regrets,
there will be no love left,
it's just you and myself,
or what's left,
on these continental shelves,
we'll be safe.

We've got only twelve and a half months to go,
in this given opportunities by the God,
I'd like to say that I have no regrets anymore,

and I love you so...