Forever Discontent - This Is Hell

Time moves on, there’s nothing we can do

In the end you can’t hide the truth

Wear frustration like a crown of thorns

It’s the only thing that gets me through the eye of the storm

Stare through dead eyes of the corpses that have no pulse

I know our language is not dead

All the liars, the fakes, and the cheats, the filth

Now the unjust no long go unpunished

Betrayal is the harshest pain

Trust is lost, will we ever feel the same?

Forever discontent