Their Words Grow Thin - Liquid Graveyard

Looking back on our diluted past

When our lives were unleashed

Drawing dreams on the sand

There’s a moment in our sentenced lives

When our words grow thin

Because nothing we’ve became

Subjugated, the victims of self-deceit

Smile at nothing, elate the lives we once lived

And all the thwarting and hindrance we now stand

For all the yearning and avarice we once enhanced

Looking back on our diluted past

When our lives were unleashed

Drawing dreams on the sand

There’s a moment in our sentenced lives

When our words grow thin

Because nothing we’ve became

Their words grow thin

Their words grow thin

Their words grow thin

Their words grow thin

Portraits of what we once were

Are shadows in oblivion and pain