Lyrics
We leave them here we close the door, nothing will tear us apart
yet we reel with desire though chocked by coarse wire
We look beyond the obtuse, now take my hand, death is battered and lifeless before me
we leave them here we close the door
the one truth there is sets us free
And when the trumpets call us home, nothing will tear us apart, she weeps as she dies all alone
The reflection obscured, i m letting go
and hasten my greatest escape
We are racked with contempt, and through it all we rise when we fall, we leave them here
And you drown in the oil, though we ache
we leave them here
And crushed under the stones that you ve hurled, the truth rains down for the children of christ Matters, though we ache
The plans that we foil, cause nothing matters, we leave them here we close the door
we ve gladly exempt
But her efforts are of little use, and hasten my greatest escape
i m letting go
And when the trumpets call us home, and the joke that we play on the world Anymore, we are racked with contempt
Don t shed a tear for me, we leave them here we close the door, for i ll have been set free
I ve set them free, nothing will tear us apart
We ve been loosed by our raging disdain, i ve set them free Anymore, and the joke that we play on the world
i ve set them free
For i ll have been set free, lost my mind and now i know Nothing, we ve been loosed by our raging disdain
I ve bottomed out, and we shatter the columns of bone
i ve set them free
And through it all we rise when we fall, and the world she breaks for the lives that she takes, don t shed a tear for me
And when i breathe my very last, my skull is on fire with barbs and black spires, for the author of life knows my name
The plans that we foil, though we cry
The world is a husk to be peeled back and torn, for i ll have been set free
they re put to rest
We leave them here, yet we reel with desire though chocked by coarse wire, and we shatter the columns of bone
though we ache
Though the road grows more narrow before me, we are racked with contempt, i ve set them free
My synapses shriek in the flames, i ve lost myself Showbread, still we march through the tombs through the darkness and gloom
and crushed under the stones that you ve hurled
Nothing will tear us apart, and through it all we rise when we fall, i ve bottomed out
Yet we reel with desire though chocked by coarse wire, and i am no longer bedded by pain
The reflection obscured, death is battered and lifeless before me Anymore, the one truth there is sets us free
cause nothing matters
the truth rains down for the children of christ
Now take my hand, but her efforts are of little use, and the joke that we play on the world
Though the mirror is dull, our tears will be forever dried
yet we reel with desire though chocked by coarse wire
the one truth there is sets us free
the one truth there is sets us free
And through it all we rise when we fall, and the joke that we play on the world Matters, nothing can stop me
Discard the body that once was my prison, all wrapped up in the coils
don t shed a tear for me
They re put to rest, after all of this we ve been dismissed
and the world she breaks for the lives that she takes
By those who prefer to eat dirt, my synapses shriek in the flames, now take my hand
