The veil that you're dying for The veil that you're dying for Withered like ash on the floor These hands keep slipping behind this insurrection These hands keep slipping behind my imperfections Grasping at reason, begging for Redemption Begging for Redemption She Pleads remorse The veil that you're dying for The veil that you're dying for Withered like ash on the floor Fuck Listless dreams upon a throne of Lies Fuck endless worship of empty compromise Oh Fuck endless worship of empty compromise She pleads remorse Imposter Imposter Your mask is falling away Your mask is falling away Your mask is falling away Your mask is falling away Licking at the surface of that which we despise Idolizing emptiness Fabricated lies Devoid of intention A product of disguise Its where we lie Its where we lie Its where we lie Its where we lie