| Dead saints, shallow believers, |
| all fakes the best deceivers no love for the broken |
| hearted just a broken road for the dear and departed. |
| Dead saints, shallow believers, |
| all fakes the best deceivers no love for the broken |
| hearted just a broken road for the dear and departed. |
| You’re just a coward with a crutch lube and leach burned |
| all that you’ve ever touched walk with me I’m born |
| to lose forced to walk a mile in cowards shoes no sleep |
| in heaven for this life. This is the hell I choose |
| dead saints all slaves. Just get a clue you fucking |
| crook, you fucking crook |
| dead saints, shallow believers, |
| all fakes, the best deceivers. |
| No love for the broken hearted. |
| Just a broken road for the dead and departed |
| Dead saints, shallow believers, |
| all fakes the best deceivers no love for the broken |
| hearted just a broken road for the dear and departed. |
| there must be a better way to draw rest to these withered |
| eyes. Other than a leap from the edge for a cowered |
| in disguise and I’m confused as to why you all look |
| so fucking surprised that id rather cast this body |
| to be washed out with the tides my mind it runs deeper |
| than the darkest of oceans, |
| and these thoughts and feelings should have been locked |
| and never been opened and they say the only thing to fear is fear itself, I believe the only thing to fear |
| is ourselves and after everything is all said and done |
| there can be no remorse no compassion for the monsters |
| we become. for the monsters for the monsters for the monsters we become. |