Your Cynical Sanity - Doom Town

No rising from the ashes
You're facing the impending
No answers from the prophets
You'll die, and suffer the flames. Barricade with your possessions, as fate falls from the Sky. Set well in your ways or your deathbed, there's nowhere you can run
Rain hell on this stagnated conscience, barely alive
Let the scorn of foes burn through the brain
And consume your pride
Panic setting in, you had your fucking chances
My mind's already made up
Self-will has built this sanctuary you're begging to escape from. Foundations made in vain
I'm watching from my window
And calling shortly after
The silence extends the question. am I awake, is this who I am
Selfish, complacent and holding on until my days are set in stone
Like a cancer spreading distant with no time to spare
Destruction calls, there is no second chance
No forgiveness, only flames
Burn
No forgiveness, only flames
No forgiveness only hate

Written by:
Myke Taylor

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