A Blessing In Tragedy - Darkest Hour

Wreckage, when there’s nothing left,

wreckage, the birthright of regret

A place where truth can hide,

a place where falling angels can survive,

a place where fear rusts though pride,

a place where heros go to die

Self delusion, self destruction, falling so short of faith

An empty shell,

a carcass left of greed,

and empty shell,

in the shade grows another weed,

and you wear the scars well,

merciless liar,

how many times till your shadow haunts you too