All

of

this

comes

cra-

shing

down

Cor-

ner-

stone's

gone

Sleep-

less

Hope-

less

No

end

in

sight

Ink

well

has

run

dry,

fill

it

with

blood

of

the

scribe

Rest

comes

easy

to

the

guilt-

less

The

vampire

laments

as

he

prays

for

the

sun

Doom,

de-

spair,

tra-

ge-

dy

are

the

tools

of

the

trade

Cut

to

the

bone

Rob

the

grave

Un-

earth

the

stone

Lay

to

waste

De-

file

the

tome

Rip

the

page

Strip

mine

the

vein

Lay

to

waste

Fra-

yed

at the

edge

Flat

lined

The

an-

vil

cracks

The

ham-

mer

Re-

lent-

less-

ly

comes

down

A

new

pa-

ri-

ah

is

born

Cut

to

the

bone

Rob

the

grave

Un-

earth

the

stone

Lay

to

waste

De-

file

the

tome

Rip

the

page

Strip

mine

the

vein

Lay

to

waste

Chas-

tisement

lays

you

down

to

sleep,

tucks

you

in

with

bloo-

dy

kisses

Gifts

of

night-

mares

bi-

tter-

sweet

Type

A

ne-

ga-

tive

shuts

me

down

Catch

phrase

will

be

the

death

of

me

Is

this

not

what

you

came

to

see?

What,

are

you

not

en-

ter-

tained?

Climb

the

walls

'til

nails

bleed

Rip

the

hair,

tear

the

seams

Break

the

glass

Head

in

hands

Bell

tolls

end-

less-

ly

No

end

in

sight