Understand
The points we made have never conceived truth
We are sand
The lies we tell, they always stick to you
There is no end to the path we dig
in this bone encrusted tomb
This is a no win for the souls who lose
and they end it all to soon
Empty hands
The nothing we have is all we have for you
Translucent man
What you made me, they consider damned
For all this condemnation, comtemplation
on what could better me
In front of your congregation, seperation
I hope they will see
We are damned
We are dead
We are all dust
In the sand
Fear this darkness behind my eyes
Scraping my sin off the back of my cranium
Burn my eyes so I cannot see this hate before me
Set my skin on fire
Lock your suffering deep inside a hole
Jesus wept...
Stitch the eyelids
And dream the darkness
Though the cracks
This light that shatters times
In the end
The dreams we dreamt will always break into
Bits of sand
Nothing you do will help us all pull through
