Virus, crawling through your skin
Replicating sin
And breeds within
Sirens, survivals of the storm
Desert the ocean’s core
And croon their song
And here now I am
A broken piece of man
Of no desire
My home is a dead land
A barren aftermath
Of stone and crow
We are a hollow conclave
Depraved by our own need
Confined in walls of concrete
Ghosts of our own creed
Kneel before thine weathered shrine
Handful of dust is mine
Forlorn empire
Prisoners of our own will
Writhed in cages still
A trophies kill
Gray times of wither
To serve no more
Entrapped in endless motion
Break down the wall
We are a hollow conclave
Depraved by our own need
Confined in walls of concrete
Ghosts of our own creed
Prisoners of our own will
Writhed in cages lifeless still
Our cries trail back to misery
Come clean and lift this veil
Come Crawling
Come Falling
Our cries trail back to misery
Come clean
Break down the wall
