The Grand Apostasy

He who sleeps in emptiness
Shadowed out of existence
His church, a temple of pain
Built a shrine from fractured dreams

He trods along these aimless paths
To stoke the flames he's never had
But every breath is another defeat
As the fruit of life is so bittersweet

Darkest spaces devours light
To dress its wounds as an open sight
His heart of stone withered long ago
Lost inside for the world to know

Feeding the pain
Again and again
Right until our very end
Some lies are made to be swallowed
As not every bird was meant to follow

As nothing he desires lays upon his feet
Cursed himself forever to harvest trinkets of deceit

Then casts himself a tower which would rend apart the sky
Hoping someone see's him the very day he dies



Credits
Writer(s): Mathieu Adam, Maxime Michaud, Philippe Hébert, Spencer Blass, Vincent Perrier
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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