Broken Demons Video (MV)

Fade out the cryptic lore
Inspired visions of a skeptic eye
Came out of a disease
A little bill that speaks the ill conceived
Laid out to fail the soul
Instead of vying for a sense of pride
Dead words to rule the meek
A set of icons deemed obscene
Buried inside
Is the construct that seeks your end
Buried alive
You succumb to your greatest fears
Hold still, the wind now speaks
A quiet scene to bring feelings of peace
Seance to find the cause
The will was lost, but not for lack of thought
Laid out to fail the soul
A trial of whispers gunning for the top
Tapped out before setting out
The light is gone, but the sight is strong
Buried inside
Is the construct that seeks your end
Safety aside
You left all of your weapons here
Count your blessings one more time
Your gods are not in season
Your old convictions have marred your life
These hands that once held your dreams
Now tremble and fall to decay
Why won't you hold it?
Why w on't you let me sleep in your dreams?
Where I belong
Count your blessings one more time
Your gods are not in season
Count your demons one more time
That last one has slipped away
It's broken
Broken
I can't fix it
Somebody take it away
Oh darling
Darling
I can't fix you
But I won't go away