

Bleeding altars.
The heavens divide. Cracking foundations.
No place left to hide.
A prayer, a curse.
The bliss inside the hearse.
A saint, a thief.
The ghost, the grief.
A prayer, a curse.
The bliss inside the hearse.
A prayer,
a curse.
Shards of promises.
They pierce right through you.
A prayer, a curse.
The bliss inside the hearse.
A saint, a thief.
The ghost, the grief.
A prayer, a curse.
The bliss inside the hearse.
A prayer,
a curse.
Silence is loud.
Because the temple
is breaking.
And while the idol is bright.
It's so bright, it burns.
The sky
is falling down! My sanctuary
is burning! The sky
is falling down!
My sanctuary is burning!
A prayer, a curse.
(It’s all gone!) The bliss inside the hearse.
(No faith left!) A saint,
a thief.
(It’s all gone!)
The ghost, the grief.
(No faith left!)