Infidel's Hymn

(альбом: Bury Your Dead - 2008)

Honestly, honesty feels like such hard concept to understand
I'll admit that I'm lost out here and a bit confused
Like a homesick abortion, I just wanted a chance

Yet I wait on hand and foot for you to kick me in the mouth
For three long years I kept crawling back
For three long years you mistook my kindness for weakness
This is the last

Homesick for the past, I am homesick for the days gone by
This is the last

So many chances, so many lies
Keep talking yourself out of the truth
So many chances, so many lies
Keep talking yourself out of the truth

(Fool)

I Love the taste of my own blood
We are all vampires now. This is how we were bred
Pitiful, what we have become
We are a waste of time
We are a waste of space

Yet I wait on hand and foot for you to kick me in the mouth
For three long years I kept crawling back
For three long years you mistook my kindness for weakness
This is the last

Homesick for the past, I am homesick for the days gone by
This is the last

So many chances, so many lies
Keep talking yourself out of the truth
So many chances, so many lies
Keep talking yourself out of the truth