Music: Thomas Youngblood/Roy S. Khantatat
Breathe in deep
Smell these halls of hate
Carve your name into these walls
Before it is too late
Cold and twisted
They resisted
What was I to do
All I ever wanted was
A fraction of the truth
Walking in the shadows of
My blackened mind
Lost inside this shallow vanity of time
What if there's a God a hell and heaven
Fire is the torment I must face
Dying by the souls I have forsaken
No one's going to catch
My fall from grace
Watch me from your cage
As I rejoin my painful prime
You and I are relics
We provoke and we recline
Walking in the shadows of
My blackened mind
Angels crave my sorrow
Sorrow they will find
What if there's a God a hell and heaven
Fire is the torment I must face
Dying by the souls I have forsaken
No one's going to catch
My fall from grace