With eyes staring at me, the faces distracting me
The heretic sinners leave themselves at our feet
Lack of colour and feeling
Rows of headstones leering
Lack of colour and feeling
Rows of headstones leering
You hear the forest scream dark ahead
The forest screams dark ahead
We try to find what can't be fixed
We see innocence all over this
Sometimes when memories fade away
You see what can't be found

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