For the Crows - Typhus

Aging, through Atrophy

Ripened, from Agony

Last bullet shined is

An era lost

Exile from humanity

Their word, goes out to you

Their faith, goes unto him

The children drink from a river

That’s bled by the storm

Drowning in memory

Not 'til you’re cleansed in soil

You’ll be the same as every

Fucker that thought they mattered

When hollow rots you’ll see the truth

Die without a purpose

Your body for worms

And soul for crows

Your soul for crows

Casket worthy, a pale design

A quiet call, for a soothing help me

The last restraint

A sense of purpose

When you’re next to nothing

Your chance to sing…

Lie to a body nowhere

A name to decease when push comes to shove

Lie to a body nowhere

A name to decease when push comes to shove

Compulsive liar, meaningless stone

Time shows no sympathy for a bitter end

It’s time to go now,

There’s nothing left in hand

Oh concrete world, what a tragedy

Just when you thought you were someone

Your name starts ashing

Time shows no sympathy for a bitter end

It’s time to go now,

There’s nothing left in hand

Oh concrete world, what a tragedy

It lifts you high in the sky

So it can send you crashing

Your body for worms

Your soul for crows