LYRIC

A blessing in tragedy,
Burning what's left in effigy

Wreckage, when there's nothing left,
Wreckage, the birthright of regret

A place where truth can hide,
A place where falling angels can survive,
A place where fear rusts though pride,
A place where heros go to die

Self delusion, self destruction, falling so short of faith

An empty shell,
A carcass left of greed,
And empty shell,
In the shade grows another weed,
And you wear the scars well,
Merciless liar,
How many times till your shadow haunts you too

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