All of My Heroes

All of my heroes are dead
And who am i, if not for them?
All of my heroes are dead
And they don’t know that i’m aware

All of my heroes are dust
Marching in a line off the rocky bluff
For years i followed behind
But now baby, i would rather stay alive

All of my heroes are dead
Stiff middle fingers under vacant stares
All of my heroes are caught
In webs of shit and sin and want

All of my heroes are dead
Sometimes i feel just like them
Lost in the sewers of hope
Palms out, compassing through the smoke

All of my heroes are gods
I call down so i won’t give up
All of my heroes are prayers
I should maybe replace, at least repair

All of my heroes are dead
Sound the bells, hold your lanterns up
All of my heroes are dead
Now this endless night belongs to us