Hollow Minds

Stuck in this place of heavy air and hollow trees
Waiting for time to shatter broken knees
We watch and spectate from the back of our minds
Hoping howls and screams will save us from our binds.
Do you hear the voice, in the back of your head
Scratching and crawling, holding on by a Shred
It wants have you, consume you whole
Beat you down, eat your soul
One more for his army, the rotten few
All ready with hate, for life they imbue