Из альбома: Wovenwar
A simple thing
A silver gilded link we long to make
To forge our chains and hope they hold the weight
Of a sworn vow to never let down
To never separate
Or so we say
No heart in our words
No faith to be nurtured
Makes fools of us all
Defaces our nature
Creating a cancer consuming what was loved alive, loved alive, loved alive
A simple taste
"It doesn't mean a thing to me" they say
Just another drink or two to numb the pain
Of a torn vow, to never let down
To never separate
No heart in our words
No faith to be nurtured
Makes fools of us all
Defaces our nature
Creating a cancer consuming what was loved alive, loved alive, loved alive
Surrendered in ruined ends
Or so we say
No heart in our words
No faith to be nurtured
Makes fools of us all
Defaces our...
No heart in our words
No faith to be nurtured
Makes fools of us all
Defaces our nature
Creating a cancer consuming what was loved alive, loved alive, loved alive, loved alive, loved alive