Låttexter:
As Hope Dies Birthplace And Burial Site

taken us We rest on the backs Of treaded paths And encircle the ghost Of used we used There's death In these cluthed hands These words our bricks And

and my thoughts and wishes are of you but your gone and I feel that a part of me is lost as well so this is my comfort and this is my release these are

But the cold of your shoulder And when i needed A hand to hold You instead offered this blade And tore me forever With its effect But your intentions and hopes

days taken us We rest on the backs Of treaded paths And encircle the ghost Of used we used There's death In these cluthed hands These words our bricks And