Amongst The Dead
Sewn Lips Preaching To Deaf Ears
Rise, Dead man. We are the ones who stand Against the lies and scare tactics. We see through your stained-glass ideals of theology. We are the ones who are Empty vessels longing to bear what they may. A building fire in our throats. A light into the darkest Regions of Hell. Our only wish is to save them from The Hell that they have brought upon themselves From years of passing judgement on us. Free. Set free. Tear the flesh from the broken bones. Our eyes for the crows. Corpses piled high in a feigned attept to eclipse the blazing sun. There is no fear in my heart. We are unheard. We are unseen
From Letras Mania