Oh god is this what they wished for
 Is this what they pray for
 Speak of salvation
 It reserves your place in the ground
 Except they painted your picture
 With the blood of the damned
 You hold your glass
 Promise and gaze
 As if something were there
 You must be staring through the sun
 For you're blind to your false salvation
 Still you swipe the sky hoping to catch a star
 Don't call this blaspheme
 We are all sinners
 The soil will welcome you with the end
 Don't call this blaspheme
 You've paid a high price for your wings
 So don't fall from grace
 It's all going to hell
 You can't save us
 They took my angel
 I can't win this war