Trying patience wasted on the dead   Sounds from another room   Mark the end, fill my head   Resurrection like places on a line   Passing the wasted time   Lives gone wrong for too long      When they found me   In lies they surround me   All the insane ways   We qualify all disgrace      This is wretched, infirmed, and in decline   We brace our contentions   Rank and file kept in line   Trepidation waiting on the end   Bleeding with virtue   Lust to fall sacred friend