The hue of sorrow is everywhere
Broken rocks cover tombs of late
Yet through the barren waste
A stench of rot fills the air
As the horrid acts are revealed
It creeps, and deem the world as wrong
Unsealed by the weight of the world
In songs of the broken souls
Inside the gloom surrounded by the bleak
For here I know that Heaven is not
I yield my empty self and realize
Nothing is our everything?
'These scabs and flakes, that covers me
They hold me under, tied to the void
A pulse that can be heard
Inside something that never existed
On footsteps towards a dead future
A synchronized marsh of death
By blood that divides us
A bond is made, a dead solace
Purge of the weak, end the less
A chase for immortality
Something that to achieved at any cost
Sacrifice all for eternal life
Make the world a salve
Fit for the purpose of a twisted mind
A sickness that must be cured
Passing time, as time passed by |
