Weight of the Dead-Swallow The Sun

＂I lost the last of my hope on that night When the morning never came Staring in the eye of all those ghosts of loss And like the plague it crushed me On the eve of a new moon＂ I＇m made of filth, of lies No clean blood runs in me I＇ve turned to everything I hate Black blood and dirt in a human shell Leaving these trails of betrayal Cold lifeless flesh, a so called man Choking on the pain of others In my own lies I drown Happiness was all I reached for But sure, no one deserves it That dim light I still held, finally faded There was so much in me that I trusted But so little I knew The weakness I held was stronger than anything And it turned me into arrows for the ones I truly loved Forgive me for falling I know you all trusted in me But I＇m made of filth, of lies No good blood runs in me Forgive me all, no more hope