Darkest Hour
messiah complex
I saw the world die a little today,
Just to feel the wealth of decay,
Just so you can know what it feels like,
What the tears taste like
We owe it all to the sickness inside,
We owe it all to the fears we've learned to hide,
We belong where traitors can touch the divine,
Where the unforgiven can send us a sign
Was it the symptom,
Or was it the sickness,
Or was it one last try,
Our only weakness,
Falling face first,
Tears stinging down your cheek,
Drowning face first,
A haven for the wretched the cursed
Only the lonely
We belong where fires can seer this from our eyes
- :
- Darkest Hour
- The Human Romance
- The Eternal Return
- Deliver Us
- Undoing Ruin
- Hidden Hands Of A Sadist Nation
- So Sedated, So Secure
- The Mark Of The Judas
- The Prophecy Fulfilled
- Miscellaneous
- VISIONS: All Areas, Volume 125
- Music to Stand Up and Fight
- The Human Romance (Bonus Track Edition)
- The Human Romance (Instrumental Version)
- Florence + the Sphinx: Sumerian Ceremonials (A Tribute to...
- Sumerian Ceremonials: Florence + the Sphinx
- Darkest Hour (Deluxe Version)
- Hidden Hands of a Sadist Nation (Re-Issue)
- The Mark of the Judas (Remastered)
- Godless Prophets and the Migrant Flora