The Hobble (Demo)-KSK

The Hobble - Kill Switch...Klick Tall times not flexible The bitter taste of hate and ash Shatter the endless fear Becon the trepid tear So silent in passing A dawn whose breath is spent In this I see you Gulls rise in solemn instinct Terror clings to fatal cliffs Against the depress ocean pull And though I scream my mouth has no rewards Sounds that climb, sounds that die The fate of words against the sky In this I hear you I don't know why you offer Like a lamb being led to the slaughter You push and scream and falter A sacrifice on the altar I cannot give you comfort The time and lines that distort It's not your way of being It's what you are not seeing I don't know why you offer Waist high in all the slaughter The time we live must falter The silent faces on the altar Why you offer Our crisis moves in huddle hobble Deserving spit thin faces stare To know this place and still disagree To tempt the temple that was always she The sentence kills the inner drive Roads to see but not to thrive In this I know you