An Epitaph - Darkest Hour

The future five align.

Empty promises find us all the time

Would you put it all on the line for the lost and frozen years?

Leave us the bastard sons.

Leave us the broken ones-

To fend for ourselves, one by one

An epitaph not worth looking back

Another sunset falls on red on black

We hit a wall of dotted lines

An epitaph not worth looking back

Post cards of dust on bones.

If the bad news doesn’t beat us home

A rusted chain of sympathy for time well wasted, losses faded

A rusted chain of sympathy for time well wasted, losses…