In the Passing Light

When the ashes form A settled cloud inside my lungs I breath the storm I'll still be standing The faintest candle in the darkest hall. An endless cycle Formed by the minds of genocide Life will only give away When there's nothing left to save The city's endless anger Enslaves us all Like lambs lead to the slaughter As we embrace this gracious fall The city's endless struggle consumes us all. Revolt Reclaim these stones Revolt Reclaim our homes These voices crying out to me Are lost and deafening We stand We crawl We do what it takes to move on We suffer through the smoke Just to die in our own homes (Yeah, Yeah) We suffer through the Smoke and bones Taken from the lives Of the ones who held their own (Yeah, Yeah) We suffer through the Smoke and bones Born from the graves That we carved out on our own Captured shadows form The illustrations in my mind A painted picture Of a lost forgotten horror undefined When will we hear them When will we hear them out When will we hear them When will we hear them out These voices crying out to me Are lost and deafening We stand We crawl We do what it takes to move on We suffer through the smoke Just to die in our own homes We suffer through the smoke Just to die in our own homes We breathe the poison In their eyes We stand alone We suffer through the smoke Just to die in our own homes Asphyxiation In their eyes We're void of hope