By the time you read this We will be gone And not to be seen soon Only if it was as easy Bent kness For some Wet eyes To deface the Broken Pact of dying Promise In the lesser Hardern Pews for that fact Smiles Stuck in the pews Death around This is no sanctuary For mine eyes, for thine eyes This was too much Face the crowd Then bow down to your knee Then take out what you need This was you and you need just as much Break for this we We will not let you rest Your dreams wont come true Slow manifestations Turned into salt statues This cant be the end For what was it That you said Forsaken was the path The path of wanderers You did nothing but mame it Yet you claim i was it I made it thus far For the clothes on your back You would destroy You were put down And it was the best my test
pew, hardern, mame, kness, path