Drist The Scalpel
Sweetness, have they cut you down and bore far beneath your war machine?
Then found your weakness that the world just yearned for more
The massive silence that can only lead the blind so long before we see
The final moment breaking down but used to be
We are the vacant, the wasted
And falling faster now
We are the faceless, the nameless
Our blood wont hit the ground
In a dream I held your hand
And read your final words to only me
Then found your weakness floating face down next to me
We are the vacant, the wasted
And falling faster now
We are the faceless, the nameless
Our blood wont hit the ground
