Who Speaks Spanish? Colon Quesadilla

[Verse 1: Mike Hranica] This cold floor we know too well We know too well We know too well Hearts poisoned with pride Black blood dotting our warmth Ending our contentment This place is a contorted altar A contorted altar [Bridge: Jeremy DePoyster] I must seek strength from somewhere For I've reduced myself to nothing [Verse 2: Mike Hranica] We've been here One thousand times Cold idle hands Floor-welcomed knees, knees Hello autumn, I'd die for your companionship Doubtless I stand, laying my heart into the hands of eternity Revive me doctrines (revive me doctrines) [Interlude: Jeremy DePoyster] Await the day, when all our blood will wash away Await the day, when all our blood will wash away [Verse 3: Mike Hranica] The world's balance I'm too familiar with Selfishness outweighs generosity [Breakdown: Mike Hranica] Blindness produced By your own hands affront your face Lips bleeding with guilt Frightful little fiends Frightful little fiends [Verse 4: Mike Hranica] If these words mean nothing Then where is the conclusion? Lyricism aside, Christ is the deduction