Album: Ghosts And Good Stories (2010)

Excommunicated

Excommunicated
Another holy war
The cost of friendship is this heavy cross I bare until I?m sore
Don?t find it necessary - to show my piety
These are the end of days no solace in this city

In a world that makes me sick - I will be your heretic
In a world that makes me sick - I will be your heretic

I split my lip ? They cut their teeth
Sometimes silence is - A perfect scream
Don?t ask why this stone is in my hand
Won?t be seeing you again my friend

Excommunicated
Another holy war
Los Angeles is just a heavy dose of all that I deplore
The shine has left me- with no remorse or love
And all the soarings of my mind begin within my blood
In a world that?s filled with faith - You can?t take my blasphemy
In a world that?s filled with faith - You can?t take my blasphemy

I split my lip ? They cut their teeth
Sometimes silence is - A perfect scream
Don?t ask why this stone is in my hand
Won?t be seeing you again my friend

This is the story of brothers with dirty faces
A city filled with angels liars and betrayers
This is a requiem for a friend and born of hate
A walk down memory lane that took it all away