Lyrics

Bell tolls in the black
One for the proud
One for the blind
One for the fall

You kiss your own reflection
Like it never bites back
Every praise is poison
Every grin is a crack
You build a throne from hunger
Over bone and shame
Look down on the broken
Then you wear their pain

Gold in the mouth
Rot in the chest
You climb on lies
And call it blessed
The higher you stare
The deeper you sink
One step from the edge
One breath from the brink

Vanity burns
Vanity falls
Vanity drags you
Under it all
Self made grave
Self made chain
Vanity, vanity
Spit out the name

You measure souls in mirrors
And count their scars as dust
You trade your chance at mercy
For a crown of rust
Satan wears your smile
When pride starts to sing
Feeding your own hunger
Like a godless king

Gold in the mouth
Rot in the chest
You climb on lies
And call it blessed
The higher you stare
The deeper you sink
One step from the edge
One breath from the brink

Vanity burns
Vanity falls
Vanity drags you
Under it all
Self made grave
Self made chain
Vanity, vanity
Spit out the name

Drop your crown
Face the dirt
Every vain word
Leaves a wound, a curse
Kneel from pride
Or crack apart
Righteousness dies
In a blackened heart

Vanity burns
Vanity falls
Vanity drags you
Under it all
Self made grave
Self made chain
Vanity, vanity
Spit out the name

Bell tolls again
For the hollow and vain
Ash on your tongue
And a hole where you prayed