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