Tears of Joy

The sound of your cries Will become sacred Echoing a whisper alone Reducing yourself to a memory Forsaken; collapsing Destined for death You make me fucking sick Overcome with joy I watch you fade Into obscurity Your pulse is growing weak again Clutching every breath We saw this coming This was always going to end in tears As the choir starts to sing I will weep (Weep) I will weep Overcome with joy No one will grieve Take your place in the dirt Like those who came before As you fall on your own blade Thе choir starts to sing I will weep