Sing for stagnation sing for the cursed

sing for the words sing to show them

you hurt fade with the seasons flee from

the dawn suffer your weakness envy

the strong gorge on shadows both fists

full of mud throat raw with pleading

eyes shot with blood carved hollow

by lies forsaken and cold your dreams

turn stale as you grow old complacent

children wards of wasted breath

when you come to your senses there

won’t be anything left they’re waiting

in windowless rooms so sure of

a purpose but no one’s coming not for you

Frail ghost arms raised against a tempest

of meaningless days dead eyes lose sight

of the angels that guided your way frail

ghost not me watch your colors fade

watch your world turns gray time wrenches

time tears time steals

your hope away frail hands call

lightning down frail tongues

let fury sound don’t let your life escape

don’t let your world turn

gray complacent children don’t waste your

breath my god won’t you come to

your senses my god take back

what’s left tear down windowless

rooms drown out all their lies

we will remember our worth

and open blood shot eyes red

no sleep raise glass repeat

tear flesh break bone drag

yourself home sing for the cursed