What Kind Of World

Is there anybody left to save, Or just vultures watching over me? I'd like to think that we will be okay. But hate won't lose its hunger until it drags us under. I'm left to wonder. What kind of world would that be? Where greed and anger fill their e

In that fleeting moment, in between day and night, well they come on all fours. They bark and they bite. Brothers bound by blood. Lovers living in fear. Treasure that they seek is a pleasure buried here. Candle light upon your face and in darkness is