Letras:
The Beloved Falling On My Face

i'm on my face again on my own with my experience i should have known on my own destination unknown i've forgot the reasons why i can't explain on my

to smell hope Thirteen years old, my beloved mother had just passed I started puffing grass, drinking forties, cutting class My father always used to beat on me and bust my

the falling leaves. Fortune calls. I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace, Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone

rain follow my steps I'm alone along her grave Lucretia Lucretia Tears are falling on my mouth, On my skin, on my hands, on her grave "My beloved, I

on my steel for your will the innocent die every day but my sword will soon come for you all and your kingdom will fall and you'll be dust again forever

wings 'neath falling leaves. Fortune calls I stepped forth from the shadows to the marketplace Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal

That don't believe in me Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix The living room on my private womb While the moms and brats are away To fall in love, we fall

go. My last hope is that with my death I may pass into the world of my dream, and know peace at last." The sleep is still in my eyes The dream is still

prince of fallen virtues In almost poetic rhapsody Masterbate to the sound of the knell The Patchetic stench of dying children Perhaps our fall is certain