Darkest Hour
EP • 1999
This eulogy bears your name, and the guilt like dirt covers your fucking grave. The circle of black cloaks all turn their backs, as the cherubs sing loud of your funeral mass. This eulogy bears your name, and the guilt like dirt will cover your fucking grave. That's when she turned to me and she said, that's why faith's like suicide, and the hand-fulls of dust will replace your pride. Lies the lies drag your rotting corpse across the ground. And the masks you wore only weigh your body down. The rows of crosses flash in the lightning light, as your screams echo your last rites. This eulogy bares your name, and the guilt like dirt will cover your fucking grave. That's when she turned to me and she said, that's why faith's like suicide, and the hand-fulls of dust will replace your pride. Face the razor, face your pride, its the faith in you that cuts like suicide. Face the razor, face your pride, it kills the only part of you, your not trying to hide. This eulogy bares your name, and the guilt like dirt will cover your fucking grave. That's when she turned to me and she said, that's why faith's like suicide, and the hand-fulls of dust will replace your pride. Lies the lies drag your rotting corpse across the ground. And the masks you wore only weigh your body down.
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