Weathered Frame

Sedated, false fed You drown pleasantly, in my head  This splintered vision grasps Upon a weathered frame  Another barren motive Another life you take Conjure a broken vow Perdition is your fate now Sound of sorrow In time Thoughts of an empty mind We hear Your last cry Say my name, hear it fade With this spade, I dig your grave  Black out the sun, separate the flesh from bone A monument, falling down against cement  Descend, descend  Conjure a broken vow Perdition is your fate now Sound of sorrow You'll never find peace You'll never find rest All the broken homes Will weigh on your chest