Life's End from Unrest Eternal by Peasant

Inhale life’s end, we are gods wearing hollow crowns
Put our lives on a silver platter, until the starving can eat no more
Spilling blood in the soil, slap a noose on the young

Lord take a step back,
behind the shadow of lies
the living eyes have never bled this blind
False guidance held high,
a sermon of sin, a sign of the times

All hope is lost, death springs new life, grasping at the seams

Milk the tree of its fruit while the herd circle the few that remain,
No violence needed but the mental strain takes place

Enough to bring a mountain to its knees
Ignore the signs around us and burn the life inside

Dead hearts
Dead hearts beating

Tear us apart, Dead beating hearts
Inhale life’s end, we are gods wearing hollow crowns

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