Bella Morte In The Dirt
This is the end for them
Black suits and tragic words linger
The absence of miracles, I wash them away
No time for words and tears
Discipline holds the room silent
Raising the stakes again
I tear away.
This rift won't mend again
Dig deep to uncover
There's something in the dirt
Dead fingers rise, I descend
This is the end for them
Silent they stand at attention
Under a clouded sky I wish them away
As strong as the chains that bind
This darkness to my mind
Dig deep in the dirt, searching
Searching for what was lost below
