Honor Among Thieves

I've been losing purpose For chasing sunlight Only in darkness The answers I find Reason and policies aren't enough for me to follow suit, Stand in line, our death march not far behind Existence is our disease Begging for power Found bleeding at the altar, Worshiping trash-morals and thieves Decisions and reactions, Blind faith in our circumstance, We're slowly growing cold, Blackened hearts and a hollow soul Hanging by our fucking necks, Choking on our regrets Hanging by our fucking necks, Choking on our disease And we're bled fucking dry