Inheritance

Our inconvenient burden
It could be lifted off of us If we gave up To finally let go Of the free will that we were given
Our graves
Above the timberline
Our name chalked
The pressure of wealth
No longer found
The unforgiving void
The forge in which our values burn
The resting leech
Our thinning minds
In my abstinence I turn to nothing
Our graves
Above the timberline
Our name chalked
The pressure of wealth
No longer found
Let them inherit this fire now
Lest they will forget that we were
Ever here