The Lucky Ones - Miracle Of Sound

Dull windows deliver no lights.\nUnder the soft cinder, the dimming of life.\n.We crawl in cold canyons, deep cuts between.\nThe giants still standing over rabid ravines.\nStill city sleeps in sheets of ash and snow.\nGrey sky it weeps over the fading glow.\nAre we the Lucky Ones?\nClinging on to life.\nAre we the Lucky Ones, ducking out of the lines of sight?\nThe last few leaves waiting to fall.\nSeems fortune’s frozen for us all.\nGrave journeys keep taking ther toll.\nAll of these small mercies congeal in the cold.\nState of the dead empire, submit to the grip.\nOf all all this bred vampires, a grim leadership.\nUnstable cells in concrete veins still surge.\nAll of us bear the scars of nature’s purge.\nAre we the Lucky Ones?\nClinging on to life.\nAre we the Lucky Ones, ducking out of the lines of sight?\nDividing one by one, finding favour on the edge of the knife.\nAre we the Lucky Ones?\nClinging on, clinging on to life.\nThe last few leaves waiting to fall.\nSeems fortune’s frozen for us all.\nFrozen for us all…