Biffy Clyro

I don't wanna die,
Don't expect me to die,
I've got my enemies, within my sight,
We're looking through a stain glassed genocide.
I don't wanna die,
Don't expect me to die,
What's joy without the tears, filling our eyes?
Memories of a perfect time.
We dream of nothing, or so we say,
We dream of discovering, a perfect trail,
To the answers that, will seal our pale faces.