The fundamentals deranged
The crow asks the Carnage,
"Where are the ruins of our Lord's finest works?"
The laugh brings another crack
To the fragile shell

Tears from the eyes of martyrs
Feelings bargained with barters
The price you pay is your voice
Silenced

Into agony,
Into defeat,
Adjust your mirrors
So you don't have to see
What your success has left behind

When you look outside
See the world is not on fire
Lend your ears
Dip your head into the water
Baptise your faith
Or complain that you've been bothered

When blood is in the wine
You'll drink for taste
Why do we need faith as a weight
When faith is just a diamond
For a dying man
On his dying day?

My tired hands still shake
I'm so tired and hungry
That I don't love
Anything
Anymore
Especially today

No tears
No reason left to stay