Arcane

Shadow cast on rust and rubble as towers meet the clouds

Calloused hands to hold a lover who withers with the ground

Sons endure the sins of fathers as mothers sew the scars

Bitter time has marked the hour through brittle bones we march to death

Got a glass half full but the water tastes unholy

That bitter bite of better days behind us takes its toll and

Brick by brick we dismantle

We took down the castle

Put a high rise in its place now we are climbing the ladder

No matter

The swine are getting fatter