Epitaph

Falling to pieces hoping that we will be fixed
In time, in time
Unholy evidence left by the masters of the crime
The crime, the crime
And we kept it hidden with all our sins
Hoping that we'd be unburdened

When you fall to the hounds
I will lift you up
And you won't make a sound
Because your death will envelop you
I will soon be on my way to you
With the diamonds of the world in my hands

Falling to pieces
Escaping a fate that is fixed in time, in time
Unholy evidence
Left in the form of tricks and rhymes
Will shine, will shine
And we kept it hidden with all our sins
Hoping that we'd be unburdened

When you fall to the hounds
I will lift you up
And you won't make a sound
Because your death will envelop you
I will soon be on my way to you
With the diamonds of the world in my hands

When you fall to the hounds
I will lift you up
And you won't make a sound
Because your death will envelop you
I will soon be on my way to you
With the diamonds of the world in my hands



Credits
Writer(s): Chair Warriors
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