Heart In The Hand Of The Matter - ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead

Ride the apocalypse

Coming through the city side

Fallen angel no need to hide

All bodies collide and fate decides

Where vengance hits

Where our love will fit

I can’t find your face

I can’t see a trace

In a world coming to a close

I’m so damned I can’t win

With my heart in my hands again

Take your hurt

A muse of sin

With my heart in my hands again

And this is where it began

Shot through a shattered lens

And there is virtue in lonliness

In vacant lots and florescent malls

In one room coffins and crowded halls

There is nothing to be done

We have lost all control

I walk in the shadows of your tortured realm

I’m so damned

I can’t win

With my heart in my hands again

Take your hurt

A muse of sin

Passing glance forgotten

Reason to doubt

So pry your eyes

From a film that never ends

I’m so damned

I can’t win

With my heart in my hands again

Ride the apocalypse

Coming through the city side

There is nowhere to hide

Ride the apocalypse

Fallen angel no need to hide