In The Ruins

The warning was imminent

From shattered clouds

Violent skies aligning

To take us down

The poisoned water will reap

Haunted waters

Wretchedness into dying

Dripping off the walls

The shell house where you grew

Is now gone

What was here is filled with dread

And the changing form

The witchy wall

Pretty tits

The howling blow

Left us for dead

The sack of glory began

To rise we hold

As house deep in grief

There once great love

We don't get over this

And we crawl around

No distorted ego

When we're given grace

Now we're dead in the ruins

And the morning is cold

There's nobody home anymore

Pretty tits

The howling blow

Left us for dead

The passion and lust we engaged

Once touched us so

Now sadness crashes

In relentless waves

We don't get over this

And we crawl around

No distorted ego

When we're given grace

Now we're dead in the ruins

And the morning is cold

There's nobody home anymore

And now we're dead in the ruins

And the morning is cold

There's nobody home anymore