This is life,
This is life as,
As a consequence.
This apathy is murderous.
Hope is dead,
Buried by regret,
I
love for nothing,
And die here for even less.
This is the path weave chosen,
Our mind and our future left to
rot.
These lives are worth nothing,
Our lives worth nothing,
f**k.
As we watch our dreams turn into dust,
Into
dust.
On these cold sheets,
Beneath this hollow corpse of a life.
They walk in shadows,
And theyare feeding us our
lives.
We are the walking dead,
Hearts and mimickers of unanswered dreams
We are afflicted in the blood of a lost
generation
Theyare deceased and forgotten,
The voiceless and consumed.
Weare buried and broken,
And weare rising
again.
So this is life,
And words are worthless.
Weave clawed our way back,
You canat destroy this,
'cause weave got
nothing left to lose.
These hate-filled hearts keep burning,
We push against the grain,
And we wonat turn back.
Onto the
teeth,
Born from the shadows,
Burning for revenge.
Revenge.
Weare burning for revenge.
