Rest your eyes
Feel the last breath of the rising tide
Protect your throne
Spend the gold before the church bell tolls
Your hands conceal
Gouge your grief into the lands you steal
The beds you knew
Are fading names inside an old tattoo
Edges of the clearings
In talks of disappearing
Our faith can't afford its vows
Houses of the wretched
Armed with your defenses
A spy is living in your walls
The swords above your head
Are waiting to be be bled
You are running towards the warning signs
Heights of towers
Seize your powers
The pulse has closed
Ghost ships set sails
But where you go is of no consequence you'll find
So rest your eyes
Are you saint or sinner
You know neither one is pure
Confessions line the casket walls
Hope has ceased to rise and fall
You apology has run its course
Edges of the clearings
In talks of disappearing
Our faith can't afford its vows
Houses of the wretched
Armed with your defenses
A spy is living in your walls
The swords above your head
Are waiting to be be bled
You are running towards the warning signs