Is this all I've been left
Broken oaths and betrayals
The empty words and dead rhetoric of my sold and broken culture

And I said once before that tune heals nothing
I feel like a wounded animal in the dying throes

I am near to death 
Yet with teeth bared 
Heels dug in the dirt 
And the graves rabid stare

Waiting for one last [bad word] if I have one desire
Mark my words and gather your thoughts

Well these might be my last days 
Because I am about to eclipse my sun 
Collapse my star 
Snuff out my flame 
And reach into the void

Well these might well be my last days
But maybe, just maybe
I'll take you down with me

Is this all I've been left
Broken oaths and betrayals
The empty words and dead rhetoric of my sold and broken culture