Eating Lightning, Pt. II

One hundred and eighty days have passed since I’ve been here trapped deep
inside this white beast
We are it’s hands we are it’s blood
Cold streets are what we follow lined with torn apart souls
Dark hearts are being hidden to be found on our way home
Speak now or forever hold your peace
A companionship broken for greed
A companionship broken for green secret agendas
Rendezvous never spoken of behind the backs of the ones you loved
You could have been there till the end, The bitter end when you said that it
was go time
Well you should have listened
It’s your time to go