(Instrumental)
Desolately awaiting nightfall, The cool dead feeling, to fall on my face, Patiently... And I'll forget this day, Did you forget me here, In this corridor
D: The Descent from Destiny By a Dark Deed Done Was Disclosed in Divination Death of a Dead man's son Deranged, Deprived Delivery Darkened his Decor
Sedate him, As I enter this former sanctuary, My bones don't feel like they felt when I knew they were in my own skin (When I was still a man) Give me
Marching with purpose To show him that I'm right Threatening our values Some people just deserve to die These broken cities (serve a purpose) These ugly
, It's not my love, Feed it to me, I don't belong here, You're not beautiful my dear, It's not my love, Sure, you will tell me, Pathetic little man, You
And so his epic began, With the touch of pen to paper, Had he forfeit liberty? Was equality greater? His blameless head... And what of my tale? Would
something To run through his neck And watch him Suffering Sputtering to his death But I remember my brother's blameless head What he said to the man
Shake off the chills, just don't look into his eyes (keep your head down), Think of all the things, They told you he did that were so wrong, This last
I stare at the sun never seen it from this angle Body strapped to a gun Gotten myself so entangled in this western scene I glance back at myself, in
