I saw the world die a little today Just to feel the wealth of the decay Just so you can know what it feels like What tears taste like We owe it all to the sickness inside We owe it all to the fears we've learned to hide We belong where traitors can touch the divine Where the unforgiven can send us a sign Was it the symptom? Or was it the sickness Or was one last try Our only weakness Falling face first Tears stinging down your cheek Drowning face first A haven for the wretched, the cursed Only the lonely We belong where fires can seer this from our eyes