What was it that pulled you in?

Honesty or the lack of therein?

What was it that emptied you out?

Cold-hearted tears or simply doubt?

What was it that led you astray?

Hollow chest or something decayed?

It is better left alone?

To rot and rust down to the bone?

What was it that held you still?

A silent calm or a bitter chill?

Bridges we’ve burned will keep us warm

We will weather out the storm

Do you believe in chance?

Or in anything at all?

Anything except for faith

For all we’ve lost in faith has never been repaid

Structure the future

Scratch out the past

Our burning lungs will keep us warm

There are no more bodies left to mourn

Buried alive and crawling back