The Legacy
by Darkest Hour· from Mark of the Judas
A legacy that rots with time
cold before it hits the ground
I've been where those fears lie
I've heard the screams from the inside
I know never look back
when memories fade to flashes
that trust was just a trap
look for my picture in the ashes
Deceit riding under a white flag
a casualty of sincerity
Dust on the gallows
and not a tear in sight
just like the old days
perfection rotting from the inside out
A pale face that cracks with age
a blank stare screaming with rage
Sunken cheek a lonely heart
sadistic seduction you know the part