Divided in essence from substance we part
A sun casting shadows of bodies in heart
Cleansed by the fire, like rain into rust
Our withering surface returning to dust
Trapped in this cycle we fight for our lives
Murdered angels fall from the skies
Living for something no hope can sustain
Starving for purpose and dying in vain
We spin in circles
We cling to life
My soul from out that shadow
Shall be raised - nevermore
Lenore
Lenore
Lenore