Eclipse - Darkest Hour

Mass ceremonial suicide

A nation of millions caught in the jaws of a lie

Uniform stagnant filth

Sub culture with no remorse or guilt

Feeding the frenzy of fears

It feeds on it’s young for years

A new chain for the same set of slaves

A new shovel for the same set of graves

I can’t pretend I care anymore

None of this is worth anything anymore

An angel with the eyes of a whore

This facade has been bleeding from the core

A new home not far from the past

A new home from the same suffocating past