i’m afraid these ocean promises are best intention schemes
when sins are much higher than the deepest seas
and the truest compass is only happenstance
when icarus failures have led me so far off the map
words stained in a thousand books exposed
when the east doesn’t meet the west – they explode
a sinner’s regret; shallow next to a new way home
razorblade conviction meets the sweetest sacrafice

this beginning has an end
this beginning has an end
this beginning has an end
this beginning has an end

nervous hands shaking with knuckles white as snow
when december is a welcome break from the harshest cold
and don’t you remember when life was not the living dead
when salvation takes on the shape of a bullet
these are the worst, the best, the most honest words you’ve said
when the blackest skies consume and you steal your final breath
a sinner’s story; pages ripped out and committed to heart
heavy souls part ways with the cleverest of disguise

this beginning has an end
this beginning has an end
this beginning has an end
this beginning has an end

this beginning has an end
this beginning has an end
this beginning has an end
this beginning has an end