Dust

Death becomes me
Death becomes he, she, we
All must return to Dust

Fallen from grace

Counting your days hoping to be
Hung upon the words of your prophet

Cold and Lonely
Alive, but only left with scars to show
Pain enduring. Savor the suffering
Love is only sought by those below

Your need to be loved makes you weak
You're fucking weak

Death becomes me
Death becomes he, she, we
All must return to Dust.