Heart in the Hand of the Matter

Ride the apocalypse Coming through the city side Fallen angel no need to hide All bodies collide and fate decides Where vengeance hits Where our love will fit I can't find your face I can't see a trace In a world coming to a close I'm so damned, I can't win With my heart in my hands again Take your hurt, a muse of sin With my heart in my hands again And this is where it began Shot through a shattered lens And there is virtue in loneliness In vacant lots and fluorescent malls In one room coffins and crowded halls There is nothing that can be done We have lost all control I walk in the shadows of your tortured realm I'm so damned, I can't win With heart in my hands again Take your hurt, a muse of sin Passing glance forgotten Reason to doubt So pry your eyes From a film that never ends I'm so damned, I can't win With my heart in my hands again I can't see a trace I can't find a trace I can't find your face I can't see a trace Ride the apocalypse Coming through the city side There is nowhere to hide Ride the apocalypse Fallen angel no need to hide