By the time you read this
We will be gone
And not to be seen soon

Only if it was as easy
Bent kness
For some

Wet eyes
To deface the
Broken

Pact of dying
Promise
In the lesser

Hardern
Pews for that fact
Smiles


Stuck in the pews
Death around

This is no sanctuary
For mine eyes, for thine eyes
This was too much


Face the crowd
Then bow down to your knee

Then take out what you need
This was you and you need just as much


Break for this we
We will not let you rest


Your dreams wont come true
Slow manifestations
Turned into salt statues

This can't be the end
For what was it
That you said


Forsaken was the path
The path of wanderers

You did nothing but mame it
Yet you claim I was it
I made it thus far


For the clothes on your back
You would destroy


You were put down
And it was the best (my test)