The Scalpel - Drist

Sweetness, have they cut you down

And bore far beneath your war machine?

Then found your weakness

That the world just yearned for more

The massive silence, deaf can only

Lead the blind so long, before we see

The final moment, breaking down

But used to be

We are the vacant, the wasted

And falling faster, now

We are the faceless, the nameless

Our blood won’t hit the ground

In a dream, I held your hand

And read your final words to only me

Then found your weakness

Floating face down, next to me

We are the vacant, the wasted

And falling faster, now

We are the faceless, the nameless

Our blood won’t hit the ground