Only Crime - This Is Wretched lyrics

Trying patience wasted on the dead Sounds from another room Mark the end, fill my head Resurrection like places on a line Pa**ing the wasted time Lives gone wrong for too long When they found me In lies they surround me All the insane ways We qualify all disgrace This is wretched, infirmed, and in decline We brace our contentions Rank and file kept in line Trepidation waiting on the end Bleeding with virtue Lust to fall sacred friend