Borrowed Time, Borrowed Eyes - SubRosa

Heads on spikes, symbols on skulls

Give me a reason to go on

The winter sky is full of ash

Broken homes, endless trash

But in the darkness he holds his son

He’s all that’s left, the only one

In the hills, the people hide

Join together, rot inside

In this land, the only hope

Is to die young, to not get old

But in the darkness he holds his son

He’s all that’s left, the only one

In the darkness he holds his son

There is no God, there is no love

Stripped to the marrow,

Their empty platitudes can’t

Clothe them, feed them, heal them

They shuck them off like a thin, useless skin

That they’ve outgrown when hunger calls

How long must my journey go?

And my sorrow no one know?