Blood Burden

I can hear the dogs in their hysteria
Salivating for the taste of our rotten failure

Brutality of flesh and bone
Making enemies where there were none
Gangs of God are on the move
To bleed the slain in shallow tombs

You can be my cradle and I your grave
Captivated, we fall to meet our fate
Between layers of coma and death
In fields of blood
It's a sightless, soundless, muted sense of touch
This broken world is spiritless and homeless
Burning in the wreckage of its own damn coldness

Brutality of flesh and bone
Making enemies where there were none
Gangs of hate are on the move
To bleed the slain in shallow tombs

We exist in the crack of life and death
Struggle in between betrayal and the end
Grasping dry
Lifeless earthen
Decomposition
Run and hide

Your flesh is no haven from suffocation
Blood burden knows no bounds
Dig deep to skeletons in the ground
Blood burden knows no bounds