Fixed on Spinning Clocks

We are dead, still walking streets dark
Our hung heads mourn better past times
Stained skin hides our youth's scares
With collapsed lungs screaming for redemption
For lost words to return to our tongues
Eyes fixed on spinning clocks
We're just waiting for the end
To take what's left of our bitter hearts
Dispose
The poisoned veins from our arms
Eyeing forgotten by the ones that made us
I see vengeance on the horizon
They lost their faith in us
For this there's no mercy on their souls
For every drop of blood we lost
We'll drain tenfold
Tonight hollow bones shall rot
We live again as their bodies fall
In our graves replacing us
OUR HUNG HEADS
MOURN