Six Legged Spider Society - Dead Cement

City streets fill with fetid noise
Hollow tombs drowning out my voice
The herds of lonely ghosts drift past
Cold machines and rusted stacks
Come on, come on, come on, said sing it with me come on
Static skies cling to dead cement
Embrace the cries of the suns descent
Braided Wires buzz a song of grace
Your Hollow soul dissolves in the haze
Come on, come on, come on, said sing it with me come on
Try, try as hard as you might
Nobody makes it out of here alive
Try, try as hard as you might
Nobody makes it out of here alive
Come on, come on, come on, said sing it with me come on
City streets fill with a fetid noise
Hollow tombs drowning out my voice
Static skies cling to dead cement
Embrace the cries of the suns descent
Come on, come on, come on, said sing it with me come on

Written by:
Dylan Hemsworth

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