In The Failing Hour — In Mourning

She was the key to my darkest heart Holding hands with the seekers of the path A forced face from the lingering hate A fake grace for the closing eyes in the crowd

Reverse your rightness, let go of control Beware of the denying, it's in your hall You have the same ability to do as them Don't count your mistakes, get in the line and do what it takes

She was the weakest in the world of liars Maybe the only one left that was telling the whole truth Waiting for that moment again in this misplaced childhood Ready to faint she will accept it, clutching at the tears in her mind

The flock didn't pay in pain like the others Body to the ground, gravel in those tiny eyes For each day she struggles the degradation Forever bound to walk the fields of disgrace

She was the key to my darkest heart Holding hands with the seekers of the path A forced face from the lingering hate A fake grace for the closing eyes in the crowd

She was the weakest in the world of liars Maybe the only one left that was telling the whole truth Waiting for that moment again in this misplaced childhood Ready to faint she will accept it, clutching at the tears in her mind In The Failing Hour