If hearts are calmed by faith mine is Beating itself to death and if trust is earned In time my lungs are running out of breath Well maybe it's just tricks but I think I saw A crime head down just keep walking zone Out pay no mind no one saw it didn't Happen now we just fade from sight and The echoes of our ghosts exit out our eyes Our ashes blast to fuck as human history Dies wretches swing from hoists convicts Shackled on a grange we scavenge in the Deer park scrape away the mange and Maybe it's just tricks but I think I saw a Crime and eyes wide I keep watching Don't help they'll be fine and the echoes Of our ghosts exit out our eyes our ashes Blast to fuck as human history dies and There's silence in the trees but for the Circling flies I slay the slave in me as Human history dies