Yeah!

This

world

was

nev-

er

wor-

thy,

but

how

can

I

call

it

un-

faith-

ful?

Ev-

'ry

prom-

ise

was

ful-

filled

as

de-

cay

crawled

from

its

throat

like

the

dead

ris-

ing

from

an

o-

pen

grave

Like

the

dead

ris-

ing

from

an

o-

pen

grave

Lips

of

slen-

dor,

tongue

of

de-

ceit

all

dy-

ing

now

as

our

frag-

ile

wrist,

hold

on-

ly

waste

Like

those

gasp-

ing

for

their

last

breath,

we

can-

not

hide

there's

no-

thing

left

Like

those

gasp-

ing

for

their

last

breath,

we

can-

not

hide

there's

no-

thing

left

No-

thing

left

No-

thing

left

No-

thing

If

all

my

sor-

row

has

led

me

here,

then

I

would

cry

all

of

my

tears

to

have

this

chance

to

have

this

chance

And

know

there's

more

than

this

And

know

there's

more

than

you!

Like

those

gasp-

ing

for

their

last

breath,

we

can-

not

hide

there's

no-

thing

left

Like

those

gasp-

ing

for

their

last

breath,

we

can-

not

hide

there's

no-

thing

left