You have not lived until
You've buried one of your friends
Those tears say more than
Any book you've read
That's the truth pressed into flesh
Who'll put the nail in your coffin
Lay all your demons to rest
Where to go when heaven just bores you
What to do when victory stinks
Caressed by the stench of nostalgia
The feeling is weightless
The silence will kill you
Walking through the shadows at night
Reaching for any mirror in sight
The hand that feeds
All the open graves
Strums a song
From the cеnter of the earth
Thе truth is
You can't arrive somewhere
Without leaving something behind
Where to go when heaven just bores you
What to do when victory stinks
Caressed by the stench of nostalgia
The feeling is weightless
The silence will kill you
