Dead Desert - Sorne

The air is sour

the light grows dimmer

the road grows harder

this life has lied to me

of all things measured pure

and of my own divinity

as time wears on

i find that I am scared

an angst inside of me

for what I’ve done

for what we are

for what we can’t stop

he’s gone now

it’s ours

he deserved every cut

every cut

and now it’s yours

it’s always been yours