A man lays broken
Torn by the crows and the kings of the streets on every lonely corner
Pecking the shoulders, of the barely breathing
A passer-by stops and stares
Burning their already frozen flesh like the stare from the last dog that licked their fingers
Eyes glaze
Searching for heaven through the shallow depths of despair
Searching for heaven through the shallow depths of despair
We're lost
We're lost
Lost
Father I've failed you
Oh, mother I trusted you
In seventeen hours there will be no more flowers left for us
No trees to talk to
No soil to hide my secrets
They'll come dragging their swords by their feet till they blister and burn
I'll pull out the strands of my hair
And weave them in to ropes
To climb away from this darkness
Where is heaven!? [x12]