The withered thorns that caress my tainted flesh

The shattered halo that shattered all our dreams

We've been condemned by the pages of false hope

We've been caressed by each others' lives in death

Blood stained sheets

Mask our grief

Will render out tryst incomplete

Trudging through the carcass of what used to be a living world

Ten-thousand lovers of God's forgotten child

We take our mark while on bent and bloody knees

Not saved alone but together we are exiled