Walking Wastelands - Cult Leader

How many ways can I say how empty I feel?

How many days have been lost?

There’s a fire burning somewhere, never to be found

Proof is in the endless ashes, black snow, and spiraling smoke

Every eye is a burning ember

Every heart a scorched husk

Walking wastelands hollowed out by pain

Stepping on each others throats to get above the smoke

Time heals nothing

We will die here empty and alone