Hunting Season - My Silent Wake

Why run my friend?

There’s nowhere left to hide

Why search the ruins?

There’s nothing left to find

We live, we breathe

But we are numb to life

We grieve

The tears have dried in our eyes

And beauty — we pass it by

Purity — cast aside

We carry a crushing weight

Our fear, our lust and all our hate

Our fears and all our hate

Our fears and all the violence of all these years

The burden of all our fears

Where will it end

There’s nowhere left to hide

There’s nothing left to find

Such beauty we do not see

We pass it by

While we destroy each others lives

Still we kill, still we maim

We ruin, we blacken

We’re still those children

The ones who mock and threaten

With our own rhyme and reason

This is our hunting season