The Untitled (Drained America)
The Untitled (Drained America)
Wandering minds,
Looking to visit the edge of the abyss.
Creeping deeper and deeper into the eternal darkness that is misery.
Lost Souls,
Stumbling into parts unknown.
Taunting the lurking shadows with each step taken.
Crazed humanity,
Losing everything in a game of never-ending chance.
Getting robbed of all things humane.
Sick bodies,
Pale and thin.
Faced with distraught and depression.
Holding on to non-existent power.
Outcasts to what they built.
Drained America,
Walking corpses dressed in rich silk.
Fake smiles grace the faces of ugly monsters,
Masking the sorrow of what once stood proud.
Wandering minds,
Looking to visit the edge of the abyss.
Creeping deeper and deeper into the eternal darkness that is misery.
Lost Souls,
Stumbling into parts unknown.
Taunting the lurking shadows with each step taken.
Crazed humanity,
Losing everything in a game of never-ending chance.
Getting robbed of all things humane.
Sick bodies,
Pale and thin.
Faced with distraught and depression.
Holding on to non-existent power.
Outcasts to what they built.
Drained America,
Walking corpses dressed in rich silk.
Fake smiles grace the faces of ugly monsters,
Masking the sorrow of what once stood proud.