The Wreckage from Unrest Eternal by Peasant

Do we even care?

While the land is plundered and souls are scattered amongst the corpses

Down a bottle to drown the thought there always another day

Until the ghosts comeback.

It's easy to run your mouth
High up on your horse

Preach untruth lies misinformation
Ruin the lives others that cross your path
Slither your way to the top
Cold serpent eyes

I hope you it makes you feel good, justified
To drive another to take his own life
A humble visage while the demon lurks beneath

I hold on to what remains of my sanity

Liar, coward, deceiver
Insecure to the bone
Liar, coward, deceiver
Revel in the sewage that is your soul

I hope you find peace, in the hell that you reside in

Dark is the howl, hard is the head, soft is the heart,

Distorted images
Of what was and what should be
Misplaced fears strong in the paradox
What are we even anymore?

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