Bonefire from Banefyre by Crippled Black Phoenix

Low class jobs to make ends meet just not enough to feed the kids
Do you care i think not. just a puppet calling the shots
The silver spoon with which you’ve been fed with privileges to no end. Bellies filled by gluttony, trappings of poverty

All the lies. How do you sleep at night? How do you justify? You are nothing but dead inside

You root for the rich condemned the poor
On deaf ears you ignore. Neither compassion nor goodwill
Sacrificed are the vulnerable
Say who’s the better man. He who looks away or he who lends a helping hand
It’s a hard blow bit i think you know

All the lies. How do you sleep at night? How do you justify? You’re nothing but dead inside Nothing but dead inside.
How did you sleep last night?
How do you justify? You must be dead inside
All the lies How do you sleep at night? How do you justify?

• Rock
• hardrock
• indie rock
• post rock
• United Kingdom