A Eulogy For The Damned lyrics

Beggars, thieves and lifes downtrodden Come to me as the king of the damned They hang their actions on my blackened outlook They take their lives by the slight of my hand They bought a ticket to the gates of heaven But all the saints see them coming and they run No chance for reason No hope at all No slight return to grace, but a long, long way to fall As sorry sign of weakness A silly game to play A sad songs of what becomes of the souls on judgement day Dead eyes to find you No tales to tell Been lost so long I learn to hunt by sense of smell Old hands are broken Old veins are torn Cos' we're all dying from the day that we are born We're trying, we're torn We're all dying from the day that we are born We're trying, we're torn We're all dying from the day that we are born