Eclipse
by Darkest Hour· from Mark of the Judas
Mass ceremonial suicide
a nation of millions caught in the jaws of a lie
uniform stagnant filth
sub culture with no remorse or guilt
feeding the frenzy of fears
it feeds on it's young for years
A new chain for the same set of slaves
a new shovel for the same set of graves
I can't pretend I care anymore
none of this is worth anything anymore
an angel with the eyes of a whore
this facade has been bleeding from the core
A new home not far from the past a new home from the same suffocating past