We die once our bodies fail our mind
But we disappear when our minds leave your memories
Fog clings desperately to the ground
Fog clings desperately to the ground
A second death burns hotter than the first

We die once our bodies fail our mind
But we disappear when our minds leave your memories
Fog clings desperately to the ground
A second death burns hotter than the first

Tell me who I am if you're all knowing
The arbiter of moral purity

Who's never admitted defeat
Who's never atoned for mistakes
Your patron saint of perfection

You've canonized the lies
You use as a scripture
Of your sanctimonious virtue
You've canonized the lies
Your patron saint of respectability

I am not the harbinger
Tell me who I am
Tell me who I am
Tell me who I am
Tell me who I am
Tell me who I am
Tell me who I am
Tell me who I am
Tell me who I am

Tell me who I am
Tell me who I am
Tell me who I am
Tell me who I am
Harbinger of nothing
Harbinger of nothing
Harbinger of nothing
Harbinger of nothing
Harbinger of nothing