Devil Sold His Soul

Run far - the edge of the world is crumbling
as black sets in, what will you do?
while they recite the old tales
the crowds turn into meaningless ghosts of you
I’m finding this hard to believe in
this prospect is getting out of hand
and I cannot return the lie
deception: fantasy of the damned
this night has gone
your senses desolate
a frozen rose in my chest
a map of your face
a hundred souls tonight