Lyrics The Blood on Our Hands - Thränenkind

The Blood on Our Hands

I am a wanderer
Blind amidst the twisted trails of night
In search for light you are doomed to die in darkness
Golden are only the reflections of the sinking sun
In the windows of their postmodern concrete caskets
Gigantic monsters cough blackest death
Self created downfall
A cynical cycle
Utilitarian sickness within us all
The pillars of our society
Bow down to the new gods
Wires wrapped around your necks
Send your prayer to the heavens
Wait for their response and despair
Mental regression
Social suicide
Toxic depression
Global ecocide
We breath with cancer in our lungs
We’ll die with plastic in our mouths
In our mouths