Darkest Hour A Cold Kiss
Of a dying breed and a decaying seed,
we've been watching for years,
waiting for it to bleed,
handshakes and contracts,
just before they turn their backs,
we've played along for far too long,
we've played along for far too long,
we'll lay this town to waste,
we'll leave you with a bitter taste,
a long road no closer to home,
long road and we know we're still alone,
we've played along for far too long,
we hope you listen to atleast this song,
nothing but traces,
countless empty faces,
with black lips,
the cold kiss,
of rejection.
