Tekst
We've settled
This rate of pace
We've left the light
Too early
Just medicate
To save, survive
It haunts us
An omen to
A holy hell
Burn slowly
Retreat from hope
No more prayers
The saints are
Aligned with worth
Without a shrine
No courage
No subtle hope
A strangled flame
Straw with the poison pen
Cut me out
I'm disconnected
Show me how
My flesh is charred
I'm ready for the welcome
These eyes don't flicker now
These hands don't provide
I will suffer for the weight
I'm no consequence
When everything comes up lost
I will be the first to starve
These eyes don't flicker now
These hands don't provide
I'm condemned to the moment I
I finally ignite