Clandestine Abuse

It seems to me, as we grow old, our lines are drawn in the sand
Empty words, tongues of dust, no meaning as our breath is drawn back into the earth
Crippling thoughts that bear our names, hold us firmly in our place
Days that end without hope, as the sun burns our skin away

Bastard seeds, model grief, forever preying on the weak

Dead inside, a holocaust, a place we cannot go
We'll try to run, it won't matter, life is (endless/fucking/clandestine) abuse

A dying wish, a prayer unheard, for all the burdens to leave us as we fade
No matter now, slow decay, back to the salts from where we came

Hidden hands, hidden hate, that pull us down

In this world, the bodies disappear, and all we keep are the names
Reduced to waste, the scorching Earth, but no one will remember the pain

Bastard seeds, model grief, forever hunting for the weak

Dead inside, a holocaust, a place we cannot go
We'll try to run, it won't matter, life is (endless/fucking/clandestine) abuse

Abuse

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