exarxil

At birth given scars along tender heart liberties injustice for awkward living situated casualties they lay dead along your floor careful not to wake them they're sleeping in the morrows good mourning the dying will discard the wish to live Let this colony know in the name of the dead we're coming You'll get nothing for something arise the hidden war of a dead song, unsung the night of your children's day beneath the surface sealed by the floors boarded up seal the lips of your voice with haste and cower at the sounds as they make their way surprise speed and malice the opposing break the surface hold ready Let this colony know