Felled Spirits

The nightmare is real, the sugar coating has all but worn off
We brace for cover while they smirk and scoff
Yet they beckon to breathe the same air as the ones who cough
Choking off regret
Their veins are filling up with the same disdain
Bloody concoction that won't let up
Death is waiting there to reclaim us all

This empty sky is folding on itself
And where will we be when it all comes crashing down down down
There is no hope if faith controls our health
Yеt where will we bе when the damage has been dealt
Closed eyes to the masses
We’re gonna die in ashes

Death is waiting there to reclaim us all
Death is waiting there to reclaim us all

Sympathy has faded all to nothing all to nothing
Sympathy is traded for destruction of common sense