Lyrics:

Trying patience wasted on the dead
Sounds from another room mark the end, fill my head
Resurrection like places on a line
Passing the wasted time, lives gone wrong far too long

When they found me
In lies they surround me
All the insane ways
We qualify all disgrace

This is wretched, infirmed and in decline
We brace our contentions, rank and file kept in line
Trepidation waiting on the end
Bleeding with virtue, lust to fall, sacred friend

When they found me
In lies they surround me
All the insane ways
We qualify all disgrace