Trouble brews these wicked nights
Dark gazes pierce the facade
Hunger tells us to rip each other apart
Ravenous and devoid of heart
Crippled minds run this show
Beating down your soul
Chopping off your limbs
Culling out hope with a snip and trim
Can't catch what never leaves a trace
Demons can't walk among us
For the fate of our grubby hands
Lies within our festering palms
Sep 27, 2022
Sep 27, 2022 at 5:16 AM UTC
Trouble brews these wicked nights
Dark gazes pierce the facade
Hunger tells us to rip each other apart
Ravenous and devoid of heart
Crippled minds run this show
Beating down your soul
Chopping off your limbs
Culling out hope with a snip and trim
Can't catch what never leaves a trace
Demons can't walk among us
For the fate of our grubby hands
Lies within our festering palms
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