
Born And Razed
by New Lows· from Harvest Of The Carcass
Tepid, septic waves of graying days
Time writhes on it's side
Where festered futures lay
I throw it away
Thrown it all away
Corroded crowns crash down and tumble in the cracks. Of crumbling concrete streets, where failure trails your tracks.
I throw it all away
Thrown it all away