Elizabeth III. Fall from Grace Breathe in deep Smell these halls of hate Carve your name into these walls Before it is too late Cold and twisted, they resisted What was I to do All I ever wanted was a fraction of the truth Walking in the shadows Of my blackened mind Lost inside this shallow Vanity of time What if theres a God a hell and heaven Fire is the torment I must face Dying by the souls I have forsaken No ones going to catch my fall from grace Bleed on me Watch me from your cage as I rejoin my painful prime Suffer and exhale You and I are relics, we provoke and we recline Walking in the shadows Of my blackened mind Angels crave my sorrow Sorrow they will find What if theres a God a hell and heaven Fire is the torment I must face Dying by the souls I have forsaken No ones going to catch my fall from grace
grace, forsaken, blackened, torment, sorrow