Out of Grace

I’ve fallen out of youth

Blackened lung, skin unsmooth

I’ve been intoxicated for a week now

Cause I can’t face the truth

And in the distance

I can hear them

Calling my name

And in the distance


I can see the

Fire rise again

I refuse to hate myself

For what I have become

We’re born to suffer

Our lives are cursed

I’m down but not yet done

And in the distance

I can hear them

Calling my name

And in the distance


I can see the

Fire rise again

Decay

And I’m falling out of grace