The holders of once hopeful hearts

Left shattered by the bitter reality

We are abandoned

We are abandoned

Every breath is a detriment

Every feeling of faith a lie

A cursed purpose

The crooked hands of death

Are the only salvation we have left

With no means to this fucking end

It all feels useless

The potential to create

Wasted on creatures possessed

Possessed with our own deaths

The urge to kill lurks beneath every smile

Shaking hands and bleeding wrists

A cavity in every chest

Our conscience will fail us again

It is a burden we bear with each passing day

As we approach the alter of the end

There are no fucking heroes

This life is a curse

And there are no fucking heroes