Syn

(It's sYn)

(sYn)

Disillusion with a god I can't control
Got a hunger for a lie I can't let go
A world of desolation
Built by the cursed
The final light is fading
All their gods returned to dirt

We were made to fall
Never saints at all
And we still call for more
Dressed in ghostly gold
Lit the spark below
But it's always us who

(sYn)

Crucified my doubt, but still I wear the thorns
Preached redemption while I choked on every word
A temple made for ego
Falling apart
The altar's turned to fire
Now we're dancing on the edge

A kingdom built on silence
Burning too fast
The spark became the curse behold the beauty in our (sYn)

We were made to fall
Never saints at all
And we still call this home
Dressed in ghostly gold
Lit the spark below
But it's always us who know

The end of everything/every sYn

(It's sYn)

End of everything/every sYn