The holders of once hopeful hearts Left shattered by the bitter reality We are abandoned We are abandoned
Every breath is a detriment. Every feeling of faith a lie A cursed purpose.
The crooked hands of death Are the only salvation we have left.
With no means to this fucking end. It all feels useless The potential to create Wasted on creatures possessed Possessed with our own deaths
The urge to kill lurks beneath every smile Shaking hands and bleeding wrists A cavity in every chest Our conscience will fail us again It is a burden we bear with each passing day
As we approach the alter of the end There are no fucking heroes.
This life is a curse And there are no fucking heroesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
