Shamed by the weak and cast down in disgust<br />
A shell of a broken man without trust<br />
Preaching upon open ears of the deaf<br />
Depraved words uttered beneath your cold breath<br />
Killing what's left of the embers of youth<br />
Scraping and clawing for a whisper of truth<br />
Sewing our mouths shut as nothing escapes<br />
Love and grave is a display of a man you once were<br />
<br />
But unlike the hand of Midas<br />
Hat you touch with turn to shit<br />
Blood will flow between us<br />
And the ground will shake until you repent your sins<br />
<br />
The touch of cold skin and the embrace of life<br />
In darkness dwells secrets in a holy disguise<br />
Nothing will soothe you, old hands will turn numb<br />
Silence will not speak<br />
<br />
But unlike the hand of Midas<br />
What you touch will turn to shit<br />
Burn this fucking savior<br />
Until you see the damage you cause