Death Is Real

For all your ruminations on strength and purpose There's only dust collecting In a mind where none can find you You've shown a wealth of disease A hand that's broken in fractions A face that's masked in decay With no body to call his own now He's turning inward I, I've lost faith There's only ugliness here Only death can find me So we know that nothing's true In all your life there's deception That somewhere truth can be found In a house where faith has failed you There is no use in defending A hand that's broken in fractions A face that's masked in decay With no body to call his own now He's turning inward I, I've lost faith There's only ugliness here Only death can find me So we know that nothing's true We knew another way To live beyond our despair You're gone, we're here So we know that death is real And we know that death is real Thoughts of delusion behind stagnant cold eyes Faces masked inside a house decayed and twisting All around me are the plastic holy relics They remind me of my vibrance, gone Only death can find me