• We are beaten From the truth,
    Of ever finding something new.
    Always forced to hide behind,
    A growing mask of pain and lies.
    Blood falls from the dark sky,
    While you constantly ask yourself why.
    Why all the people you love disappear,
    Why your dreams turn into fear.
    And why you feel so cold and alone,
    While you feel numb and so far away.
    As you lay there in you grave,
    Deep within the ground,
    As your soul softly drifts into darkness,
    And fades away,
    You hear the song of the distant angels.
    They come close to your ear and gently they sing.
    Ashes to ashes,
    Dust to dust,
    Fade to black,
    Condemned with lust