Wrathbone -

There are always fingers to be pointed

When there’s no one else around

Sweep it all under the rug

The world will never hear a sound

You’ll never know what it’s like

To be part of this tragedy

You’ll never feel the pain and the greed

Worn out, bitter, sad, and tired

Afraid this apathy will never leave me

Let’s find beauty in the ruins, of what it used to be

Let’s make what it is a distant memory

It’s only in your head, the hate and tragedy

Let’s find peace in the wreckage, find the harmony

Hopeless in nature, spiteful inside

I’ll deal with this until I die

Empty promises leave me tattered and torn

I won’t go to sleep tonight

The images still burned into my eyes

Why expect anything, I’ll always feel worthless inside