Faultline - The Haunted

An address to the stillborn

Lost brothers in arms

To see the cursed earth claim to providence

A pyramid New Jerusalem

The dream is dead

We’re burning the carcass clean

We pretend but we never sleep

500 miles to the fault line

We decompose and decay

Captivating the moment

Spread the disease, we come in peace

As if we ever believed you

Strapped to the back of a live grenade

If there was ever a savior

She’d be the first to leave

500 miles to the fault line

We decompose and decay

Ten thousand leagues through the coal mines

Equal in death only

Subject to our own betrayal

Inhuman, suspending reality

What you see is truthful but lacking

Misinformation is the new black

Perfect rejects, we’re all incomplete

Disfigured at birth, we’re the human debris

We’re freaks

We live, we die

Beneath the fault lines

500 miles to the fault line

We decompose and decay

Ten thousand leagues through the cold tide

One day we rise from this dead end failure to see