For the Crows

Aging, through Atrophy
Ripened, from Agony
Last bullet shined is
An era lost
Exile from humanity
Their word, goes out to you
Their faith, goes unto him
The children drink from a river
That’s bled by the storm
Drowning in memory
Not 'til you’re cleansed in soil
You’ll be the same as every
Fucker that thought they mattered
When hollow rots you’ll see the truth
Die without a purpose
Your body for worms
And soul for crows
Your soul for crows
Casket worthy, a pale design
A quiet call, for a soothing help me
The last restraint
A sense of purpose
When you’re next to nothing
Your chance to sing…
Lie to a body nowhere
A name to decease when push comes to shove
Lie to a body nowhere
A name to decease when push comes to shove
Compulsive liar, meaningless stone
Time shows no sympathy for a bitter end
It’s time to go now,
There’s nothing left in hand
Oh concrete world, what a tragedy
Just when you thought you were someone
Your name starts ashing
Time shows no sympathy for a bitter end
It’s time to go now,
There’s nothing left in hand
Oh concrete world, what a tragedy
It lifts you high in the sky
So it can send you crashing
Your body for worms
Your soul for crows