Cult Leader
Walking Wastelands
How many ways can I say how empty I feel?
How many days have been lost?
There's a fire burning somewhere, never to be found
Proof is in the endless ashes, black snow, and spiraling smoke
Every eye is a burning ember
Every heart a scorched husk
Walking wastelands hollowed out by pain
Stepping on each others throats to get above the smoke
Time heals nothing
We will die here empty and alone