Vrs. -
Deceitful were the testaments of holy men
Forever etched into time
False prophecy is blatant blasphemy
On whom does the blame fall?
The Devil laughs as I swallow these words
Pre Ch. -
Would you pity me, or is mercy only for the righteous?
Will I take the fall, or is Death inside us all?
Dreaming of Heaven and streets of gold
I lie to myself
To ebb the pitiful fear
Of simply losing all I hold most dear
What I truly know is real
Is the emptiness I can feel
(Listlessness)
Inside, I am alone
Echo -
(Alone)
Post Ch. -
I can find no peace
So burn this corpse and toss the ashes six feet deep
Dreaming of Heaven and streets of gold
I lie to myself
To ebb the pitiful fear
Of simply losing all I hold most dear
What I truly know is real
Is the emptiness I can feel
(Hopelessness)
Inside, I am alone
(Inside, I am alone)
I long for eternity
Yet I become so lost
For there is nothing beyond this life

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