Un-thought Of Heroes Lyrics

Un-thought Of Heroes lyrics

Where are we going to be? It's getting so hard to remember to feel. Struggling
more and more to recall six minutes worth of a dream, you forgot when you woke
up. Died-in-the-wool to last, for the sake of Christ you ask,"What am I to
do?" Who is there to trust with one leg already six feet deep? Fighting the
current of man's existence of the conciousness you can't fucking grasp. To give,
or to take for yourself? Another night spent in silent rage, set against. Set
against yourself. 



Un-thought of heros. 



Poured out and flowing over, at the same time bottled up, then pissed out.
Company of misery; introspect of the fool, to your dreams you shed a distant
effort. While you rid the sense of mobility and shatter all that could set you
free. Never could set your hands on comfort in the wars end being your own
personal revenge. Yet escaping every sense of consequence. No this is nothing
personal; this is just who I am. Another night spent in silent rage, set
against. Set against yourself. 



Un-thought of heros.