Letras
I feel like a hypocrite
So far beneath my own critiques
Entombed I am in secrecy
Such that I can barely breathe
I've made my home among the righteous
My heart of stone has found a seat
In sepulchres of the highest
The holiest society
Veil of bones it hears no thunder
The hills of corpses turn to their cheeks
The voice of God resounds in longing
He lost us to the law he keeps