lonely words are holy.
a deadly grip on lies, sing to these blood red skies.
Hail Mary, whisper softly.
What you became
Some things never change and so we
we learn for All Your Hate
we are lost in your mistakes
play our hymn for the brand new day
we burn, we learned
Here's your martyr watch her morals bend, an empty story
we grow hungry
to reclaim the notes we lent, you cannot win.
when saints are glory
I'll die slowly.