Converge

Five lives dead and gone.
We breathe out of key and wonder
If you can hear the awkwardness in these tremors.
Draining. Cutting this cancer out.
Teeth gaping yet I make no sound.
Six hammers and one sky falling.
Five lives dead and gone.
Mediocrity in believing in everything,
And this lack of will has them buried forever.
-Converge, Albatross