It takes too long Staining through these floors It's unbearable Seeking underneath It's not the sound We're trying to ignore A void in time That never can replace (Never, never, never) Imprisoning olde house burn Black Mass upon painted boards Accepted Face to floor We're serving deep what's Olde For what it's worth According to what is saved Lips like sands Though bitter I fall upon Like flies On dry open eyes Explicit pages turn Black Mass upon painted boards Accepted Face to floor We're serving deep what's Olde For what it's worth According to what is saved Lips like sands Though bitter I fall upon Like flies On dry open eyes Majestic wings unfurl Black Mass upon painted boards Accepted (Accepted, accepted)