The Forgotten

Alive on a level that most do not know
Bathe in their blood as you reap what you sow
Light becomes black as days turn to one
Death comes to those, born first only son
Conscientious objection of peace between nations
Holding death in your hands

A shadow of humanity, of memories long dead
Longing for existence, a fatal shot tot he head
Painful words provide little release
A soul of glass, shattered, piece by piece
The bodies of the dead lie frozen in time
As men face their death in an orderly line

Balance on a platform unstable to trust
An ascendancy of no remorse
Bodies are trampled as bones turn to dust
Devastation

Reflections of the past
Scars behind my eyes
As the light fades away
We fade, we wither, we die

Sleep through the sound
You fall to the ground
Now its your turn to cry

This end is your reality
Condemned tot he hands of fate
Relinquish your grasp of sanity
Devastion