♪ Spirits gather up Wallowing in muck Broken in the blight of mistrust They tally up Count what they got See its not much Ever since they lost Their sense of touch Every unfed pup That would take their cup Puts it to their lips And drinks so much (Puts it to their lips) And drinks so much) (Puts it to their lips And drinks so much) Witness them spiral and coalesce Spirits who would not relent These emotions, they protest Even they were counted among the blessed Process these words As best as you can, fast, You best make some peace With a bit of that pain in your chest I guess you could repress it 'Til its a bit less But lest you progress, Your soul will soon obsess Cuts and tears are nary scarce When flesh is bare, and steel is bared Upon one’s shoulders Death is tendered The vessel surrenders But the heart will never Whispers blare upon the air Their claims are clear “The game’s no fair” “Take this blade, brother, and swing unto others” “My vessel surrendered, but my heart’s untethered” ♪ Fear is all they got They won’t give it up Token emotions of mistrust They closely clutch It's not nothing, but It's not enough Hear them call us To join in their lot Roaming eternally To lure out helpless sheep And feast through deceit As their souls bleed (And feast through deceit As their souls bleed) (And feast through deceit As their-) So much resentment Held between their memories Truly they are suffering Please know that they are suffering But then I need you to look at me And trust that I'm not lying when I say: Be too kind, and pay the price Soon you'll find the will to die If you do, leave it behind If you keep your wits aside Soon enough you'll find Your light will not survive their addled minds Cuts and tears are nary scarce When flesh is bare, and steel is bared Upon one’s shoulders Death is tendered The vessel surrenders But the heart will never Whispers blare upon the air Their claims are clear “The game’s no fair” “Take this blade, brother, and swing unto others” “My vessel surrendered, but my heart’s untethered” Whispers blare upon the air Their claims are clear “The game’s no fair” “Take this blade, brother, and swing unto others” “My vessel surrendered, but my heart’s untethered” ♪ Upon one’s shoulders Death is tendered The vessel surrenders, But the heart will never ♪