(It's sYn)

(sYn)

Disillusion with a god I can't control

Got a hunger for a lie I can't let go

A world of desolation

Built by the cursed

The final light is fading

All their gods returned to dirt

We were made to fall

Never saints at all

And we still call for more

Dressed in ghostly gold

Lit the spark below

But it's always us who

(sYn)

Crucified my doubt, but still I wear the thorns

Preached redemption while I choked on every word

A temple made for ego

Falling apart

The altar's turned to fire

Now we're dancing on the edge

A kingdom built on silence

Burning too fast

The spark became the curse behold the beauty in our (sYn)

We were made to fall

Never saints at all

And we still call this home

Dressed in ghostly gold

Lit the spark below

But it's always us who know

The end of everything/every sYn

(It's sYn)

End of everything/every sYn