The will was lost
In cities of the dead
The land around them mourned
Too lax to comprehend

The rife of wards
The armies in the skies
The muddled occupied feed
All pseudo-catholic rites
A rise, of the dead
The word upon our heads is "Forlorn"
The size, of the dread
Within our padlocked haunts we erode

A grave mistake
(We're) right back where we started from
No brave escape
It's right back here we come

Resent yourself (resent yourself)

Misfortune's law
Is sketched within our chests
The ram's head has decide
The sheep among us sleep

The layman's worth
The hole above his head
The tyranny is clear
The floor beneath is gone
Rise, of the dead
The words upon our heads is "Forlorn"
The size, of the dread
Within our padlocked haunts we erode

A grave mistake
(We're) right back where we started from
It's devastating
It's right back here we come

Resent yourself

A grave mistake
(We're) right back where we started from
It's devastating
It's right back here we come

Resent yourself (19x)

The freedom of broken rule
The freedom of broken rule...