We stand before the turning tides
Ideas are the blood of lies
No matter where you hide, they'll catch and crucify
I plan my path to afterlife
Float through the depths of darkest light
You can't see where you'll turn when you are just as blind

So praise the son and the holy belief
My god has given up on me
Shadows rise and they bleed into night
A lonely heart at the edge of my reach
I cannot save enough to be in this fight
So I'll leave it all behind

In the crimson sky
It's too late to organize the armies and their guns
All we have is done
Oh, mother tongue, please comfort me
The language I was born to speak
It's just a dream, but I believe
That I was born to make them see

So praise the son and the holy belief
My god has given up on me
Shadows rise and they bleed into night
A lonely heart at the edge of my reach
I cannot save enough to be in this fight
So I'll leave it all behind

Ready to fall, ready to find what's left
Now that we die, taking our final breath
And all the shadows kill the lights

So praise the son and the holy belief
My god has given up on me
Shadows rise and they bleed into night
A lonely heart at the edge of my reach
I cannot save enough to be in this fight
So I'll leave it all behind

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Writer(s): Andrew Biersack, Erik Ron, Jacob Pitts, Jeremy Ferguson