Laid to Waste

Resent a sense of feeding, demanding bleeding Unhinged a savage seeks a quest Hollow hearts, rapid beating The pulse is high its never ceasing This cannot be a false pretence As people arise I feel it Stone cold, a passive disease, no chance of healing You'll wonder if this is the end The void submit to pass through Fear the eyes staring at you A time of unrivalled despair As people arrive I feel their stare You lived a life in chains Your master could not save You'll lose the grasp of gain No method to your rage You die a death each day For some it seems to stay that way Channels to feed your hate Lying there for you to take A place where fools attend No prayers for you my friend