Beneath Umbral Skies

Blood through the mirror Death locks the door Lifeless indifference Apathetic scars Cold the other side A dissonant reflection Bathe under an umbral sky In frigid beds, we lie Three walls surround us Two worlds below Pain is a comfort Suffered afar Lay your weapons down Beside the proxy partisans Pull the trigger on command And wash your filthy hands The factories of pleasure Vomit pulses forth in ecstasy Witness now our glory days A golden age of fallacy Outfitted in fashionable rage Failed actors on a shallow stage Can't see the terror for the dreams Under the shadow of the free Profiteering fear and hope With love letters and ransom notes These grave demands and callous hands Will lead us to the promised land Cast your sight upon the pauper's prize Manic minds mounted on mangled spines Feeding time, monstrous the appetite Bottom lines hunger for human eyes Cold, the other side of this reflection Cold, the shadow of our own invention Hold the screams in silent silos suffering Cold on the inside