Dynasty

(albüm: Lowest Form Of Animal - 2022)

Pick it all up

Where you left off
When the clock stopped
Made your pulse drop
Down the 8 ball

Fate nails the stroke of midnight
I watched friends die
From fentanyl and suicide
I watched you cry
Isolation and separation
Endless pacing through the maze of the graves in my hallway
Missing the taste of the dust in the ashtray

How can I just stand and watch
All you fucking die?

How many more?
Pushed to the morgue
Deaths a prison
Bodies stacked
Ceiling to floor
How many more?
Will have to mourn?

Tell me...
Emptiness is filling up
Tell me...
Broken souls and medical charts
Tell me...
God, please, forgive
Tell me...
What life can't fix

Heart break carried by six
Crushing the hand of fate before lives were saved
King pins of world crisis
Detox
Life Succumbs to low thoughts

Another dynasty killed by pill mills and padlocked cell blocks
Twelfth stroke
I hang my head