Honor Among Thieves

I’ve been losing purpose
For chasing sunlight
Only in darkness
The answers I find
Reason and policies aren’t enough for me to follow suit,
Stand in line, our death march not far behind
Existence is our disease
Begging for power
Found bleeding at the altar,
Worshiping trash-morals and thieves
Decisions and reactions,
Blind faith in our circumstance,
We’re slowly growing cold,
Blackened hearts and a hollow soul
Hanging by our fucking necks,
Choking on our regrets
Hanging by our fucking necks,
Choking on our disease
And we’re bled fucking dry