Harbinger of Nothing

We die once our bodies fail our mind
But we disappear when our minds leave your memories
Fog clings desperately to the ground
Fog clings desperately to the ground
A second death burns hotter than the first

We die once our bodies fail our mind
But we disappear when our minds leave your memories
Fog clings desperately to the ground
A second death burns hotter than the first

Tell me who I am if you're all knowing
The arbiter of moral purity

Who's never admitted defeat
Who's never atoned for mistakes
Your patron saint of perfection

You've canonized the lies
You use as a scripture
Of your sanctimonious virtue
You've canonized the lies
Your patron saint of respectability

I am not the harbinger
Tell me who I am
Tell me who I am
Tell me who I am
Tell me who I am
Tell me who I am
Tell me who I am
Tell me who I am
Tell me who I am

Tell me who I am
Tell me who I am
Tell me who I am
Tell me who I am
Harbinger of nothing
Harbinger of nothing
Harbinger of nothing
Harbinger of nothing
Harbinger of nothing