Texty: Pulling Teeth. Martyr Immortal. Black Skies.

Forever dissolve in my hands
no breath left to breath
i can no longer taste the sun
only chemical burn
cities choking out their citizens
fumes spew from every crack
we're forced to live like rats
the need to feed the greed
for every product a cloud of smoke
black skies and blacker stars
but still we want more
cities choking out their citizens
fumes spew from every crack
we're forced to live like rats
i can taste the rust
as the infrastructure turns to dust
dig the graves and etch the stones
this way of life leaves us
cold and alone