This Is Wretched - Only Crime

Trying patience wasted on the dead

Sounds from another room

Mark the end, fill my head

Resurrection like places on a line

Passing the wasted time

Lives gone wrong for too long

When they found me

In lies they surround me

All the insane ways

We qualify all disgrace

This is wretched, infirmed, and in decline

We brace our contentions

Rank and file kept in line

Trepidation waiting on the end

Bleeding with virtue

Lust to fall sacred friend