Dynasty

Pick it all up Where you left off When the clock stopped Made your pulse drop Down the eight ball Fate nails the stroke of midnight I watched friends die From fentanyl and suicide I watched you cry Isolation and separation Endless pacing through the maze of the graves in my hallway Missing the taste of the dust in the ashtray How can I just stand and watch All you fucking die? How many more? Pushed to the morgue Deaths a prison Bodies stacked Ceiling to floor (How many more?) How many more? Will have to mourn? Tell me Tell me Emptiness is filling up Tell me Broken souls and medical charts Tell me God, please, forgive Tell me What life can't fix Heartbreak carried by six Crushing the hand of fate before lives were saved Kingpins of world crisis Detox Life Succumbs to low thoughts Another dynasty killed by pill mills and padlocked cell blocks Twelfth stroke I hang my head They had to do what they had to do I did what I had to do And, uh, they just have to let the rough and drag