hold your hands outnto receive insects of such royaltynlaid across this black veil chained overnchords of frustrationnas I collapse into your open woundnif this is real then this is shamenif this is real then this is the end...nits times like these we all feel miles awayna guilty conscience wont stop the shakingnthis downpour cant hide oceansna body abandon, numb and left alonenwe're chasing golden visionnwearing the crown, I feed the fewnwe're chasing golden visionnand quench the thirstnfor those lost in the foldna holocaust shall reinngnawing at the heels of heroesnpry her from these cold dead handsnyou're loosing sightnof everything you ever lovednmy ribs will break in loving armsnNO COMFORT, NO SYMPATHYnbearing your teethnyour voice falls upon deaf ears.