Felled Spirits

The nightmare is real, the sugar coating has all but worn off

 We brace for cover while they smirk and scoff

 Yet they beckon to breathe the same air as the ones who cough

 Choking off regret

 Their veins are filling up with the same disdain bloody concoction that won't

let up

 Death is waiting there to reclaim us all

 This empty sky is folding on itself

 And where will we be when it all comes crashing down down down 

 There is no hope if faith controls our health

 Yet where will we be when the damage has been dealt

 Closed eyes to the masses

 We're gonna die in ashes

 Death is waiting there to reclaim us all

 Sympathy has faded all to nothing all to nothing

 Sympathy is traded for destruction of common sense