Into The Depths

We passed through the gates of famine and faults
Looked high and kept low
As we followed the cracks in the rolling road
Where the cold kings crowed as we crawled

The saints never said, "Save them"

The stench on the wind drew us out to the edge of the deep blue bliss
Where we'd sleep in the mist
But the waters were red and we coughed up what coins we had left

The saints never said, "Save them"

We were stranded and sick, suffered endless disdain
No luck left to speak of, no life on our lips
The rolling road keeps on going till we're gone for good

The saints never said, "Save them"

We dove into the depths of delusion and theft
No lights left to lead us away from our deaths
The rolling road keeps on going and going
The rolling road keeps on going till we're gone for good

The saints never said, "Save them"
Save them