Reanimating a Lie
Matt Brunson, Kirk Windstein
The mountains I have built
Will never ever break
My battered reaching hand
Will give a broken shake
Embrace the sacrifice
Unearth the afterlife
A darkened interlude
Rebuilding of a mood
It falls from the sky
Beneath a dying sun
Eternal winter's born
A lunar sacrifice
Is something all should mourn
A darkened interlude
Rebuilding of a mood
Afterlife
A dead moon falls from the sky
Reanimating a lie
Crawling with no hope in sight
Too weak to put up a fight
Reanimating a lie
Reanimating a lie
Reanimating a lie
Reanimating a lie