Future Lyrics

A figure stands on the horizon

Enveloped in the void

As they slowly saunter towards me

I can hear the crack of bones

Left over from the trial of blood

I can make out a wicked grin

Both cold and inviting

As they part their thin sharp lips and say

"I make a living bleeding things with nothing left to give"

That has stayed with me

I don't know what's real or a dream

I think everyday is a nightmare

Cold and unmoving

We drown in a river of our own blood

We try to sustain ourselves on the blood of others

Are we the wicked ones for being forced to use the blood of others

Or is it those that leave us no choice

I lie awake a night

To scared to sleep, to tired to live

I hope it gets better

But I don't...

Don't think does