this world was never worthy
but how can i call it unfaithful?
every promise was fulfilled

as decay crawled from its throat
like the dead rising from an open grave
lips of splendor and tongue of deceit

all dying now as our fragile wrists hold only waste

like those gasping for their last breath

we cannot hide, there's nothing left
nothing left


if all my sorrow has led me here
then i would cry all of my tears
to have this chance again, to have this chance

and know there's more than this
and know there's more than you