Honor Among Thieves

I've been losing purpose
For chasing sunlight
Only in darkness
The answers I find

Reason and policies aren't enough for me to follow suit,
Stand in line, our death march not far behind
Existence is our disease
Begging for power

Found bleeding at the altar,
Worshiping trash-morals and thieves

Decisions and reactions,
Blind faith in our circumstance,
We're slowly growing cold,
Blackened hearts and a hollow soul

Hanging by our fucking necks,
Choking on our regrets
Hanging by our fucking necks,
Choking on our disease

And we're bled fucking dry



Credits
Writer(s): Steve Vanica, Patrick Alberts, Gordon Koch, Alex Pace
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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