There are No Souls Left Here to Save~

Forgotten, lost angels, long disgraced.

 

Dead stares, dead eyes,

Choked hopes and vacant minds,

Blank words, blank lives,

The end result of endless lies.

 

There's no angels here,

To get lost in the first place

Jackhammer a fault line,

Pray for earthquakes.

Mulholland's on fire,

And my cig started it.

'92 should have burnt this fucker down,

We're here to finish it.~

"Forgotten" by Lamb of God

Done