I saw the world die a little today   Just to feel the wealth of the decay   Just so you can know what it feels like   What tears taste like   We owe it all to the sickness inside   We owe it all to the fears we've learned to hide   We belong where traitors can touch the divine   Where the unforgiven can send us a sign   Was it the symptom?   Or was it the sickness   Or was one last try   Our only weakness   Falling face first   Tears stinging down your cheek   Drowning face first   A haven for the wretched, the cursed   Only the lonely   We belong where fires can seer this from our eyes