When The World Is Left Alone

Angels lie before the morgue
Burned the silken garments that they wore
Rain falls down with faded eyes
We’re sending praise to the ashen skies
Stripped of all the innocence
For life’s a game that makes no sense
Listen close to a tragic tale
Reminding all, a familiar hell
Poor man whisper as he fades
A lowly sin and a masquerade
Gamblers stretched out on the floor
Lost it all, they have no more
Withered roses on the ground
Calling out, but make no sound
A hero dreams of a better tale
But it only reminds of the familiar hell
Burning churches to the ground
Mother Mary screams but makes no sound
Stripped of all the flesh and bone
Hope is lost and the world is gone.