Vārdi:
Nevermore This Godless Endeavor

The media loves the latest tragic suicide They exploit it, then package it and profit from the people who die Look at the world, look at the hell, look

again I hate the way you judge me I hate that you're above me Can't humanity reach a certain point of understanding? Why do we live this way? Why

Did you ever wonder why the wind blows cold? Did you ever realize your face is painted on my soul? In between your whispers so sincere I'll catch

bringer of doom Now sullen the demons fade away and summon their final call Lydia slayed them all The pain is born from memory of pleasures unparalleled and pure This

out of time Waiting while the acid words are feeding Watching as your will's deteriorating When I'm dead will you remember all the things I've tried to say? This

fly through this godless endeavor We try to explain the black forever I feel helpless and alone, trapped on the third stone I feel permanently stoned, this godless endeavor

: The media loves the latest tragic suicide They exploit it, then package it and profit from the people who die Look at the world, look at the hell

And their sky cries Mary Trained I see imperfection in your race Lying in wait, blind I suffer knowing I?ll never reach your heaven Why is this control

: Slithering slow and serpentine coiled around your spine My willing victim so sublime, one taste and you are mine Did you remember to feed me while