This sinking feeling in this heart of mine Keeps me captive at the helm So it's seemingly a matter of time as I slowly drift straight down to hell Like a stone dropped in a well It's loudly pounding in this head of mine Just like a hammer to a bell And as it's sounding the alarms to Get in line in time we have our own sick tale to tell From where our demons used to dwell
The end of joy The death of truth came to destroy everything we knew Lost in the void, forgotten youth Fan the flames of the burning heart inside of you
This crimson dripping off these hands of mine From all the time that I have killed Wishing everything will turn out just fine, 'til I clean up all the blood I've spilled. Though you wait there soft and still, You know damn well I never will
The end of joy The death of truth came to destroy everything we knew Lost in the void, forgotten youth Fan the flames of the burning heart inside of you
And while you live your days on the straight and narrow You wish to clip the wings of the soaring sparrow And as your angels sing our hearts remain as feral Felines on the front lines marching towards impending peril
The end of joy The death of truth came to destroy everything we knew Lost in the void, forgotten youth Fan the flames of the burning heart inside of you The burning heart inside of you The burning heart inside of you
Compositor: Matthew Thomas Skiba ECAD: Obra #17011628