Christian Mistress - Omega Stone

Now dead and gone
So lay our bones

Coarse remains
Sepulture of days
We walk to the edge

Now dead and gone
A pierced to marrow

Cryptic pattern
To tear the walls
We walk to the edge

Until our death
We're unable to show
Nothing is sacred
Everyone knows
Caught in the lights
Faces aglow
Never stop
To see who we are

I see the door
Beginning to close
The final sky
It dissolves

Carry me home
I'm lost out of sight
Lead me on
To the unknown

Oh please be kind
One last time – I lost myself
Now I'm gone and I got no more worry
It is all made of stone