White Ward - Leviathan

This city is deaf
Its nights are endless
Its walls are tall
My prayers are worthless
This purgatory is blind
Its days are countless
Its ditches are deep
Your prayers are worthless

Walking across these burial grounds
Where our skyscrapers rise
Searching for evidence that this world
Is devoted to crashes
A pile of ashes is turned to gold

Digging a grave to find a corpse
Dreaming of bloodshed with no remorse
But the flesh is gone
Digging a grave to find a corpse
Dreaming of bloodshed with no remorse
But the flesh is gone
So is the dignity in nameless replications
So is the dignity in nameless replications

Forsaken myths are luring us down
Consistent supremacy of denial
All our mistakes are never forgotten
Insufficiency of those who were never begotten

The strongest feeling is burning my mind
My tears fall down dry
I mourn imprisoned in a concrete grave
Where hatred is tearing me apart

Walking across these burial grounds
Where our skyscrapers rise
Searching for evidence that this world
Is devoted to crashes
A pile of ashes is turned to gold