Lifting limbs with bones all rotten

Such sweet condition will I endure

Dry skull is rattling

Deeds, thoughts and visions so impure

Hopeless and dead inside

We've never seen this coming

Comfort in lie

We've never seen this coming

Comfort in lie

Pretending to live

And breathe

Comfort in lie

Comfort in sin

Black crosses

Drawn years back are fading in

Willingly falling

Continuous cycle pulsing within

Hopeless and dead inside

We've never seen this coming

Comfort in lie

We've never seen this coming

Comfort in sin

Prеtending to live

And breathе

Forcing myself to pick

Spilled diamonds of sand

Trading as gold

Pieces of dirt

Forcing myself to pick

Spilled diamonds of sand

Trading as gold

Pieces of dirt