Harbinger of Nothing

We die once our bodies fail our mind But we disappear when our minds leave your memories Fog clings desperately to the ground Fog clings desperately to the ground A second death burns hotter than the first We die once our bodies fail our mind But we disappear when our minds leave your memories Fog clings desperately to the ground A second death burns hotter than the first Tell me who I am if you're all knowing The arbiter of moral purity Who's never admitted defeat Who's never atoned for mistakes Your patron saint of perfection You've canonized the lies You use as a scripture Of your sanctimonious virtue You've canonized the lies Your patron saint of respectability I am not the harbinger Tell me who I am Tell me who I am Tell me who I am Tell me who I am Tell me who I am Tell me who I am Tell me who I am Tell me who I am Tell me who I am Tell me who I am Tell me who I am Tell me who I am Harbinger of nothing Harbinger of nothing Harbinger of nothing Harbinger of nothing Harbinger of nothing