Acheron

AND THE BANKS ARE FREE THE CUNTS DESERVING HOW THE WEAK THEY WAIL THE PIMPS PRETEND HOW THE WEEPING WORDS AND THE LIES THEY TEND TO PRESERVE THE PEACE ENJOY THE ENDING AND THE LABOR'D BREATH ALL THE SIGNS YOU SOLD YOUR SOUL IT'S THE AGE-OLD DEATH THE AGE-OLD BELL TOLL AS IT LAYS ITS HANDS ON THE SWEAT-FILLED BROWS AND THE BLOOD-STAINED DIRT LEADS YOU TO THE SIN THE EARTH THAT BIRTHED YOU DYING AGAIN, THE EARTH INSIDE MY MIND FEELING LIKE EVERYTHING I KNEW FOR TRUE WAS A LIE AND THE ROAD IS PAVED FOR MILES WITH SOULS THAT DIDN'T LEARN THE SUN UNDONE, A MEMORY FOR THE THINGS WE COULD HAVE DONE AND THE SHORES ARE FULL AWASH IN GREY AS IT WRAPS THE MOUTH IN A DEAD-END WAY ALL THE GODS EMBARK ON THEIR FINAL CHORE TO RAZE THE EARTH THE FINAL ENCORE AND THE LABORED BREATH ALL THE LIES YOU TELL IT'S THE AGE-OLD DEATH THE AGE-OLD HELL AS IT LAYS ITS HANDS ON THE SWEAT-FILLED BROWS AND THE BLOOD-STAINED DIRT LEADS YOU TO THE HOLE THE SOUL THAT BORE YOU LYING AGAIN, THE DIRT INSIDE MY MIND FEELING LIKE EVERYTHING I KNEW FOR TRUE WAS A LIE AND THE ROAD IS PAVED FOR MILES WITH SOULS THAT DIDN'T LEARN THE SUN UNDONE, A MEMORY FOR THE THINGS YOU COULD HAVE DONE