The Great Descent - 36 Crazyfists

I wrote this story so many days ago And the words kept falling onto pages
Without the loss we can't go on
With the loss we became strong
It's how it is, as we stare it down

Oh my god, do I think 
That this is the end of everything
When everything inside wants me to feel 
Like this is normal

And in the quiet, the silence screams aloud 
And the panic, resides along our inners
And with the tragedy we go, pushing the hell so far below
Desperate hands cover my face

So stay calm 
This way in case we’re needed for emergency
And if we are we’ll be prepared for action

This is how it's supposed to be,
This is how it's supposed to be
Somebody better call a doctor
Somebody call a docter...

And maybe this 
Could be the end of everything that we want 
Don't panic
And from a distance it seems that The water will wash panic away

Oh my lord, believe

There’s no need for emergency 
but in case there is 
distract it

This is how it's supposed to be,
This is how it's supposed to be
Somebody better call a doctor
Somebody call a docter...

And maybe this 
Could be the end of everything that we want 
Don't panic
And from a distance it seems that The water will wash panic away

The water, water
will wash 
the panic, panic
away

If this is the great descent
I won’t be running for the exits (2x)