Dust

You are a branded tainted soul without hope
You are the worm that crawls inside in my flesh
You're the sickness of my bones
You are like acid in my veins, like a curse

You're the hope left behind
You're the hole in my head
You're the hope left behind
You're the hole in my, my head, my head, my head

What you are
You're the black upon white, never grey
What you change
Is a prayer that turns into prey
What you do
Brings a wish of a life never lived
Everything
Turns into dust by your hands

You are all time that's gone to waste, no return
You are the habit that will eat from your fear
You're the sickness of my bones
You are a chain of weakest links, built by shame

You're the hope left behind
You're the noose 'round my neck
You're the hope left behind
You're the noose 'round my, my neck, my neck, my neck

What you are
You're the black upon white, never grey
What you change
Is a prayer that turns into prey
What you do
Brings a wish of a life never lived
Everything
Turns into dust by your hands

What you are
You're the black upon white, never grey
What you change
Is a prayer that turns into prey
What you do
Brings a wish of a life never lived
Everything
Turns into dust by your hands