Invited we walk through scattered bones
The remains of the wicked
Left to mingle with the unknown
In the garden, left behind all I once knew
I can't say I'm not excited at the thought that
I'll soon be passing through
And I know that these are just words
Lies I tell myself when I'm alone at night
And there's no one there to answer my prayers
My communion of the wicked
Will this night be my last?
The ground is stained, a fallen lark
Where trembling shadows lie
The dream is lost still I'm not awake
If I could only close my eyes
And reach the other side of fear
We wear the mark of innocence in vain
We tell ourselves the lies to hide the shame
And we'll soon be passing through
And I know that these are just words
Lies I tell myself when I'm alone at night
And there's no one there to answer my prayers
My communion of the wicked
Will this night be my last?
Lies I tell myself when I'm alone at night
And she's standing at the foot of my bed
My communion of the wicked
Will this night be my last?
Our time is closing in
We are never to return
And now we say goodbye
As tomorrow drifts away
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