The violence of our kind

Everything you've ever said to me
Lost and concentrated in this hate
Unholy shepherds leading the wandering
Look at what I've become, a ghost of what I was
Nailing the door shut, throwing ourselves at the wall
Wondering what has become of once holy instruments
These are the figures of fallen hearts called home

Everything you've ever said to me
Lost and concentrated in this hate
Were it not for the pride of mankind
Causing us to falter, causing us to fall out of line

And heaven replies to our sympathies, resounding
Take back everything you know about love
We will see this end undone
But I can count the years I've been wandering from this violence
And from this madness
Ashes to ashes your flesh is still flesh
I'll cut the life from this dying wish