Texty: Ours. Distorted Lullabies. Fallen Souls.

Pray, I don't know if it's sacred or not
You say we can fall apart, anytime

Breathe for the whole world, we can't fight
They starve for the love that we supply

Feed from their eyes, dream you're alive and feel, feel
For the beast flies tonight and the world he describes
Suffer, suffer

Afraid, I don't know if we're heading for a fall
You jump into the front to say you're apart of it all

Feed from their eyes, dream your alive and feel, feel
For the beast flies tonight and the world he describes
Suffer, suffer

If we feed from their eyes, dream we're alive to feel
And the beast flies tonight and the world he describes
Suffer, suffer

These are the fallen, the fallen souls