first prayer

• dead end kings albümünün onuncu parçası.
  
  in the prayer
  can't seem to find the right words
  but we stretch our dead arms
  for salvation
  the foundation
  and the chemical need
  discordance put a veil
  over my creed
  
  so sweet my fever now
  embraced by its tainted wings
  cup my hands and taste the spite
  immune to the truths you told
  
  in the wake
  reverence in my every move
  the wretched stars aligned
  for dead wisdom
  the apparition
  rise with my every breath
  grasping for the one
  who lie beneath
  
  you leave now
  leave my void of prayers
  take these words to go with you
  take the splinters
  see them fall
  
  idle stare
  who will come forth from the dry wind
  and find my blood
  and clothes and rust
  cleaned the past
  like water through stone
  earth did cast a shade
  over my sleep