I Hope You Rot

I Hope You Rot - Parkway Drive

Written by：Luke Kilpatrick/Ben Gordon/Winston McCall/Jeff Ling

From crooked faith the darkness flows

From hallowed halls through broken homes

To prey upon the weakest lamb

The cruelest heart is truly

Man

And when the judgment came

They told us turn away

As their laughter whipped the halls like cracking bones

Small words and hollow gestures

The rats are closing ranks

They paint themselves as angels

Oh so wrong

Libera nos

Libera nos

Deliver us from the blackest of mass

Libera nos

Libera nos

Deliver us justice for the lost

Straight down

I see their wings are burning

It is a shallow fall

Straight down

I see their wings are burning

There are no halos to be found

There are no halos to be found

So save your breath

Nothing here is sacred

Nothing is divine

If heaven's gates are open

Then I think I'll wait in line

Nothing here is holy when every faith is blind

So save your breath

I don't need more excuses

Libera nos

Libera nos

Deliver us from the blackest of mass

Libera nos

Libera nos

Deliver us justice for the lost

It is a shallow fall

It's a shallow fall

Straight down

I see their wings are burning

But it's a shallow fall

Straight down

I see their wings are burning

There are no halos to be found

I'll never see through the eyes of your lord

But I have seen through the eyes of a child

I'll never see through the eyes of your lord

But I have seen through the eyes of a child

I hope you rot

Straight down

I see their wings are burning

It is a shallow fall

Straight down

I see their wings are burning

There are no halos to be found

From crooked faith the darkness flows

From hallowed halls through broken homes

To prey upon the weakest lamb

The cruelest heart is truly

Man