Orange Goblin - A Eulogy For The Damned lyrics

Beggars, thieves and lives downtrodden Come to me as the King of the Damned They hang their actions on my blackened outlook They take their lives by the slight of my hand They bought a ticket to the Gates of Heaven But all the Saints see them coming and they run No chance for reason No hope at all No slight return to grace, but a long, long way to fall A sorry sign of weakness A silly game to play A sad song of what becomes of the souls on judgement day Dead eyes to find you No tales to tell Been lost so long I learnt to hunt by sense of smell Old hands are broken Old veins are torn Cos' we're all dying from the day that we are born We're trying, we're torn We're dying from the day that we're born We're trying, we're torn We're dying from the day that we're born Can't save a sick man Can't raise the dead Can't make a deal with something that's only in your head My spirit's broken My soul is torn Cos' we're all dying from the day that we are born We're trying, we're torn We're dying from the day that we're born We're trying, we're torn We're dying from the day that we're born