From the depths distance is drawing near 
 Like a wave crested in growing fear 
 Still the serpent whispers in your ear the knowledge of life 
 And of rotting flesh it sickly reeks 
 And deprived of sight all you will see 
 Are hungry eyes with sharpened teeth bidding [bad word] 
 And you’ll pray that god will cast all your devils down 
 To the lake of fire to burn and drown 
 And he’ll wipe the blood off of your brow and call you his own 
 And we’ll greet the loss of innocence 
 As Judas with betrayal’s kiss 
 And we’ll shed our skin to begin again like a child 

 Sweet like the knife that pierced his side 
 Three times divine, three times denied 
 I’ll carry your cross if you’ll carry mine 
 Until we meet again 

 So watch as the fallen fade, watch as our skin returns to dust 
 You and I both became locks under keys reduced [bad word]