open your arms

Future is gone
No need to worry
Open your arms
Embrace the dark
When Chaos rains
When turmoil is normal
Mayhem is standard
The Future is gone
No need to worry
Embrace the pain
When mayhem rains
chaos is the norm
Turmoil is the standard
That gauges the day
Laugh at the little things
So it appears new
Laughing with insanity
Knowing disappointment
Trusting few
One or two
The future is tarnished
No need to worry
Embrace what is left
Catching your tears
In my hand
Seven years fly by
Than there is no more