Ancst - Urban Tomb

left alone, the disciples of concrete still keep those flames alive. On their knees they shiver and they taunt, caught in their cold embrace. I know of all the hatred and misery. I know selfdestruction, the shards that remain. I know ... city lights above me, the warmth of a dying sun. No selflove left to end me, cant decipher the thoughts that shackle me. I buried in this urban tomb, a purgatory thats motionless. I drink from the essence of squalor, all thats left is bitterness. And I remain an empty vessel till you fill me up with shards of life and then this kinetic existence might feel like its worth to bear but the curse of this hive remains. I know of the hatred and misery. I know, I know you father, the keeper of this blackened crown. I know you ...