No Voices In The Sky

Chilled by a frost

In a still of time lost

The wreckage of the darkest of places 

Mirror makes the ugliest of faces.

From the death to a brother

The rejection from another

Blood drips down the family tree

My disgust for your society.

The bile built  in my throat

A shotgun under my coat

How much more can I feel

Who's to say what is real?

This endless desolation

Turned into an obseesion

Retreat to the blackness

Hating my likeness

A releif it would be if my flesh i could peel

A handful of razors and I eat the steal.

With everything that's untrue

No voices in the skies that are blue

The loneliest one cries

And my soul dies.