A Eulogy for the Damned

Lyrics

[Instrumental Intro] [Guitar Solo] [Intro] Beggars, thieves and lives downtrodden Come to me as the King of the Damned They hang their actions on my blackened outlook They take their lives by the slight of my hand They bought a ticket to the Gates of Heaven But all the Saints see them coming and they run [Verse 1] No chance for reason No hope at all No slight return to grace, but a long, long way to fall A sorry sign of weakness A silly game to play A sad song of what becomes of the souls on judgement day [Verse 2] Dead eyes to find you No tales to tell Been lost so long I learnt to hunt by sense of smell Old hands are broken Old veins are torn 'Cos we're all dying from the day that we are born [Chorus] We're trying, we're torn We're dying from the day that we're born We're trying, we're torn We're dying from the day that we're born [Verse 3] Can't save the sick man Can't raise the dead Can't make a deal with something that's only in your head My spirit's broken My soul is torn 'Cos we're all dying from the day that we are born [Chorus] We're trying, we're torn We're dying from the day that we're born We're trying, we're torn We're dying from the day that we're born [Instrumental Outro] [Guitar Solo]