We cannot fall any further
These empty cavities that fill our bodies
To haunt, or to poison
Filled with yesterday's ghosts and memories of the past
These hearts that are no longer ours
Lies still in their hands
Cold and unbeating, they were never ours to begin with
But through sickness or health, until we can again rise from the dust
The blood is not on our hands, but until we can stand, to justify
They are not looking for the creature who caused us so much pain
With the venomous arms, oh the creatures of the night
Tat hve created all this much death
Of the pain they have created
Twas like trying to steal the soul of a monster, of a human
The arms, the arms
There is nothing we to do
For we are the fallen
And we can fall no further


