Empty hands are filling up
With the cruelty of thought
While cemeteries keep getting filled
With the stinking smell of rot
The decomposing souls of screams
In the lightning pain dark skies
To be below the rule of life
Is the torturer's final prize
The poor of heart from a su***de debt
Learn to drink from the dead of night
Holding the eyes from a shadow’s reflection
That looked behind the past into each soul's light
The hunger of a beast is never-ending
And any age is only a birth thrown away
From the monsters who aren’t a king or a queen
They live in a thin future of broken times clocks day
A lonely echo is searching for a voice
But the only words are from a black rose thorn
Headstone tears and damaged hearts etched in blood
As the world closes its eyes, the echo begins to mourn
A see-through mirror keeps the illusions alive
And the powers in corruption breed another su***de debt
The corners inside the circles are starting to burn
But the black rose is the only broken life that wept
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