After The Burial The Forfeit Lyrics

The Forfeit Lyrics

Every time your lips spill their poisonous words, they infect the ones you
claimed to have cared for. We are gored by your serrated ways. We shed our
faith, we've bled oceans for your cause. We shed our faith in your atrocity.
We've come to claim a thousand lives to live. Open hands will shape what little
time we have. We exude our servitude to a lifetime of deceptive worship.
Righteous hands will rise, if only to redeem the city of the gods. And in
ourselves we trust. A thousand fists will rain. This mighty downpour will wash
away. There is new hope in every open eye. Promise to ourselves that these
words will never die. We exude our servant hood to a lifetime of immoral
worship. Righteous hands will rise, if only to redeem the souls of the meek.
Burn your spores so your plague will not manifest in the hearts of the
innocent. And when the blackest day becomes forever grey, the ash will scatter
of what has not remained. The ashes have buried you.