The Clouds Won’t Shade the Pain

The darkness conceals all that was before
The dirt that coats the teeth
Oil for the machine
Bones ground to dust
The agonising groan of a dying man
Becomes the new hymn for fruitless prayer
The red in the sky is wrung dry
Like the flicker in your eyes

Und ich bin qual
Life leaves us all

The end is always inevitable
And tastes like sweet defeat
A misery born from the ruins of yesterday's failures
Lays benеath our feet

It's all i am
All i'll ever be
Flеsh, blood and bone
The poison that i breathe
Nothing more, nothing at all
Where do we go from here?
Six feet under the earth we reap