Say Goodnight and say your prayers
Clasp your hands and grip the air
The sky is empty, it bleeds no rain
Become the dust, become my stain.
Fall into
what we would say
You see a God
Through all this filth
A hopeless faith
So Die and wilt
Drown your thoughts and pity too
The last of man won't come for you
Fall into
What we would say
We Wait
Stuffed martyrs in your skies
We wait
Lifted up by dirty cries
This is the light that guides your day
It's mud and filth, dirt, decay
Hope is lost, erased, forgot
Our end is here, our blood won't clot
Fall into
What we would say
We Wait
Stuffed martyrs in your skies
We wait
Lifted up by dirty cries
We Wait
Stuffed martyrs in your skies
We wait
Lifted up by dirty cries
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