Living Ruins - Call of the Void

No, I don’t want to

Go in

The streaks

Distorting the sun

We burn from the inside

Through the blinding fog

We burn from the inside

Left in the wake of the new

Who are the ones

With broken backs

Who can’t pick up their heads

Ringing in their ears

Sick from exposure

These were the dreams

Mortally wounded

Sweating bullets, laying limp

Graves of the fallen

The stench is the reminder

Of the ebb and flow

The stench repulses the most

Graves of the fallen

Who remains history?

Who is the inspiration?

Apocalyptic connections

Challenged leaders

Disappointing kings

Over and over

To never create

Is to become too disobedient

To be square

A fresh wave of paranoia

Graves of the fallen

The stench is the reminder

Of the ebb and flow

The stench repulses the most

Graves of the road