A Blessing in Tragedy
by Darkest Hour· from Mark of the Judas
A blessing in tragedy
burning what's left in effigy
Wreckage, when there's nothing left
wreckage, the birthright of regret
A place where the truth can hide
a place where falling egos can survive
a place where fear rusts through pride
a place where heroes go to die
Self delusion, self destruction
falling so short of faith
An empty shell
a carcass left of greed
an empty shell
in the shade grows another weed
and you wear the scars well
merciless liar
how many times till your shadows haunts you too