If this is my last chance, keep it,
I don't need your jokes,

I'm better off without the misunderstanding

If I am displeasing then leave me
the reason to all our worth,
Would I truly care if we truly mean nothing?
Have we been fed crazy?
Will the curtain save me
from my final pun?
No one will save us,
you think that somebody cares
while the water is rising up?
Let the cleansing begin

Mother, will they ever thank you?
Instead, we hide behind these foolish lies,
ambition has told us otherwise
Cold as winter, Guns of Summer,
point and watch them run.
Summer's will and debris in their son
This is your last chance, will you give up?

But in our turning towards the new
and disregarding these old ways,

will we gain some truth or suffer again?

Allow it as it breaks
and shower our soul
Rain down fire and burn us all.
No one will save us,
you think that somebody cares
while the water is rising up?

Let the cleansing begin

Mother, will they ever thank you?

Instead, we hide behind these foolish lies,

magicians have told us otherwise
Cold as winter, Guns of Summer,
point and watch them run.
Summer's will and debris in their son
This is your last chance, will you give up?

Cold as winter, Guns of Summer,
point and watch them run.
Summer's will and debris in their son
This is your last chance, will you?
Summer's will and debris in their son
This is your last chance, will you?
This is your last chance
（Cold as winter's guns） This is your last chance, will you give?
（Cold as winter's guns） This is your last chance, will you?
（Cold, cold） This is your last chance, will you give?
（as winter's guns） This is your last chance, will you?