Laid To Waste
Resent a sense of feeding, demanding bleeding Unhinged a savage seeks a quest Hollow hearts, rapid beating The pulse is high its never ceasing This cannot be a false pretence
As people arise i feel it
Stone cold, a passive disease, no chance of healing You'll wonder if this is the end The void submit to pass through Fear the eyes staring at you A time of unrivalled despair
As people arrive i feel their stare
You lived a life in chains Your master could not save You'll lose the grasp of gain No method to your rage
You die a death each day For some it seems to stay that way
Channels to feed your hate Lying there for you to take A place where fools attend No prayers for you my friend |