Ghosts Of Concrete

Virus, crawling through your skin
Replicating sin
And breeds within

Sirens, survivals of the storm
Desert the ocean’s core
And croon their song

And here now I am
A broken piece of man
Of no desire

My home is a dead land
A barren aftermath
Of stone and crow

We are a hollow conclave
Depraved by our own need
Confined in walls of concrete
Ghosts of our own creed

Kneel before thine weathered shrine
Handful of dust is mine
Forlorn empire

Prisoners of our own will
Writhed in cages still
A trophies kill

Gray times of wither
To serve no more
Entrapped in endless motion
Break down the wall

We are a hollow conclave
Depraved by our own need
Confined in walls of concrete
Ghosts of our own creed

Prisoners of our own will
Writhed in cages lifeless still
Our cries trail back to misery
Come clean and lift this veil

Come Crawling
Come Falling
Our cries trail back to misery
Come clean
Break down the wall