Deathbed - BIV

When the light has cast them off

And the dreams don’t match the songs

Well I’ve never lost

When the humble die too young

All the cursed have never drawn

The likes of their tongue

When the past is far too gone

And the ways of us have want

I’ll pray, for us all, for us all

For us all, for us all

You’re far too good for me

I live inside a dream

I’m tested by my keep

I’m not the man they see

I’ve caused my world to bleed

I’ve caused my world to bleed

They all had died for me, died for me

When the light has cast them off

And the dreams don’t match the songs

Well I’ve never lost

When the humble die too young

All the cursed have never drawn

The likes of their tongue