undying shadowing over the dreadful things to come
I watch as this page grows dim
heros so strong, so brave, so pityful
go in to battle blinded by self righteousness
while angels grow wings of hate and anger
and bleed nothing but black
beat down these burnt out lifes
the sound of whispers turns to screams
of the unforgiven
for now hands are now worn
from holding on to your empty excuses
just let go, fall from grace
lay my head to rest with the soft sounds of silence
still ringing in my ear and once again I am saved