In the Passing Light
When the ashes form
A settled cloud inside my lungs
I breath the storm
I'll still be standing
The faintest candle in the darkest hall.
An endless cycle
Formed by the minds of genocide
Life will only give away
When there's nothing left to save
The city's endless anger
Enslaves us all
Like lambs lead to the slaughter
As we embrace this gracious fall
The city's endless struggle consumes us all.
Revolt
Reclaim these stones
Revolt
Reclaim our homes
These voices crying out to me
Are lost and deafening
We stand
We crawl
We do what it takes to move on
We suffer through the smoke
Just to die in our own homes
(Yeah, Yeah)
We suffer through the
Smoke and bones
Taken from the lives
Of the ones who held their own
(Yeah, Yeah)
We suffer through the
Smoke and bones
Born from the graves
That we carved out on our own
Captured shadows form
The illustrations in my mind
A painted picture
Of a lost forgotten horror undefined
When will we hear them
When will we hear them out
When will we hear them
When will we hear them out
These voices crying out to me
Are lost and deafening
We stand
We crawl
We do what it takes to move on
We suffer through the smoke
Just to die in our own homes
We suffer through the smoke
Just to die in our own homes
We breathe the poison
In their eyes
We stand alone
We suffer through the smoke
Just to die in our own homes
Asphyxiation
In their eyes
We're void of hope
A settled cloud inside my lungs
I breath the storm
I'll still be standing
The faintest candle in the darkest hall.
An endless cycle
Formed by the minds of genocide
Life will only give away
When there's nothing left to save
The city's endless anger
Enslaves us all
Like lambs lead to the slaughter
As we embrace this gracious fall
The city's endless struggle consumes us all.
Revolt
Reclaim these stones
Revolt
Reclaim our homes
These voices crying out to me
Are lost and deafening
We stand
We crawl
We do what it takes to move on
We suffer through the smoke
Just to die in our own homes
(Yeah, Yeah)
We suffer through the
Smoke and bones
Taken from the lives
Of the ones who held their own
(Yeah, Yeah)
We suffer through the
Smoke and bones
Born from the graves
That we carved out on our own
Captured shadows form
The illustrations in my mind
A painted picture
Of a lost forgotten horror undefined
When will we hear them
When will we hear them out
When will we hear them
When will we hear them out
These voices crying out to me
Are lost and deafening
We stand
We crawl
We do what it takes to move on
We suffer through the smoke
Just to die in our own homes
We suffer through the smoke
Just to die in our own homes
We breathe the poison
In their eyes
We stand alone
We suffer through the smoke
Just to die in our own homes
Asphyxiation
In their eyes
We're void of hope
Credits
Writer(s): In My Silence
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