Placed at the gates
Among the loss, left nothing
Tragedy struck the meek
You keep saying, but this time I mean it
The soil is thick
You should know that each buries its own
Not one word of what we've done here
What we've done will never be known
Mistaken ill intent
Put the life in sour ground
Watch it walk with me
The man's heart may be stonier
Now the secret walks
Not strong enough to take us yet
But soon the love will cease
Repeat the cycle again, yeah
He doesn't know why he does the things he does
He knows what death really means
It's where the pain stops
And the ravage begins
Sometimes dead is better
Better than the faceless they
The ground is sour