How long will we hold out through the night?
All these buildings begin to rise, as coffins fill with lies.
These idols will not hold my hand.
And I cant help but see you tremble.
This is a painful escape for a dying land, we will wither away.
You are missing the point.
It's not about how wide your vision is but how far you can see.
EVEN A BLIND MAN CAN SEE PAST THE BLACKNESS.
And all the crickets play the last tune of your dying day.
The street signs turn too dollar signs. Your friends become ghosts.
A Figure Of Silence Is Broken... PT.2
And the angels just want to see if you can make it home.
These sinners can pass the flask to me, but we have nothing to lose.
If it's sinners we are than saints we can be.
I ignored the light and kept the pace with kings.
I never knew I deceived a vision that was longing a good-bye.
My God He was right in my sight. I hid his eyes so he couldn't find me.
I wept the night the morning wouldn't come.
I didn't know right from wrong.
Such a sinner I can be, what a saint I grew to be.
The Fortune Of Tongues Is Ruptured... PT.3
I caught my breath, I stand the chance.
You would look so beautiful in white,
Its such a shame you wont last through the night.
A widow is now, what it would always be. The Failure.
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