Home

in

the

ab-

sence

of

lies.

Ham-

mer

the

rus-

ted

nail

dee-

per

in-

to

my

side.

Fill

me

with

nee-

dles

and

thorns

down

to

the

bone.

The

grey

turns

to

black.

The

soul

of

the

she-

pherd

ex-

posed.

Ru-

in.

Lay

the

ci-

ties

to

ru-

in.

Let

the

life-

blood

en-

ve-

lop

the

sea

in

crim-

son

and

cha-

os.

We

are

re-

born

in-

to

suf-

fe-

ring.

Salt-

wound.

E-

very

night

is

a

night

that

I

wish

would

end.

Salt-

wound.

E-

very

fight

is

a

fight

that

I

can-

not

win.

God

is

a

lie,

and

man

is

a

fail-

ure.

God

is

a

lie,

and

man

is

a

fail-

ure.

I

wan-

na

reach

out,

but

there's

a

dis-

con-

nect

bet-

ween

the

ones

we

love

and

the

ones

we

ne-

glect.

The

line's

gone

dead,

but

the

re-

cei-

vers

tone

beats

the

si-

lence.

No

o-

pe-

ra-

tor,

just

hard-

wi-

red

to

a

world

of

vio-

lence.

All

I

e-

ver

wan-

ted

was

the

truth;

that

the

Hell

in

me

is

the

Hell

in

you.

Here's

the

fuc-

king

truth.

Some-

times

peo-

ple

should

just

fuc-

king

die.

Stop

pre-

ten-

ding

that's

worng.

Stop

pre-

ten-

ding

it's

a

lie.

Some-

times

peo-

ple

should

just

fuc-

king

die.

Stop

pre-

ten-

ding

that's

worng.

Stop

pre-

ten-

ding

it's

a

lie.

Salt-

wound.

E-

very

night

is

a

night

that

I

wish

would

end.

Salt-

wound.

E-

very

fight

is

a

fight

that

I

can-

not

win.

Oh!