All Things Unsaid - Bloodwork

It takes a stillborn heart to be

What we have become

Solitary souls

It takes a closer look to see

Everything we’ve done

To break out of here

Left to ourselves, in a world of devolution

We’ll never find absolution

As we run with the wolves tonight

In the sweetest of illusions

For all the things unsaid

Our soundless retribution

The world shall fall

All life cease to exist

A fading star

Shall light a tragedy to rest

In the night

In silent dreams, in deepest of illusions

We’ll never find absolution

As we run with the wolves tonight

In the sweetest of illusions

For all the things unsaid

Our soundless retribution