You should have thought Before this fate But the hands were soft, inviting The thread of self, sinking to the bottom Spectate this loss, in the end to be forgotten You killed your god, to find dogma Its in your hands now With these eyes turning on you I wouldn't change a single thing that you did A single moment walking a worn and battered line Was it worth it to see the outside You killed your god to find dogma Its in your hands now Maybe its where you stand, in your final moments Mindfulness staining, engaging a loss I would've thought You should've thought before you left Traded for disdain no gaze to perceive you Traded for disdain no gaze to seize you All the hope that was proposed Traded for disdain no gaze to see you An abyss a great expanse To peer across, to peer across Don't believe at all this scene of angels Moments ago it was lost