Žodžiai dainai: Most Precious Blood. Morphine.

Rest easy foes for tonight my eyes will close I always held my tongue
assuming tomorrow would always come But another day has passed, I still cant
see the end What wrong turn, led me to his end? Woke up, quenching razors
again These faces are not my friend Dodging trains in my sleep Days as long
as years, beyond belief The authors of the prophecies are dead and gone The
authors of your epitaph have just been born Your deathbed is not a wishing
well