Haloed
Front Line Assembly
Epitaph (2001)

Peering through a window
eyes opened shut
breath turns to crystals
stuck in a rut
Out cast from living
no place to crawl
disturbing comfort
surrender to all
Long lost of innocence
a sadness falls
somber yet unforgiven
endless walls
This fear of dissension
won't bring me down
words without meaning
don't make a sound
A saint of pretension
streaming with lies
this crooked halo
gleams in his eye
Sliding through the screen
fingers turning blue
worn out shoes
perverted view
A savior is there
the end is near