Coyote's howl in the dead of night
Colt 45 with no fight left to show
Mountain ridges bury this hollow plight
Empty bottle whispers secrets low
Misfires turn to countless mistakes
Cheap corn whiskey burns cold love lost
Old wooden church where my faith breaks
Watchful eyes of God bear the cost
Country roads and the echoes faint
Shadow's dance with hearts confined
Hope's a ghost wrapped in peeling paint
Echoes in the chambers of my mind
Misfires turn to countless mistakes
Cheap corn whiskey burns old love lost
Town's wooden church where my faith breaks
Watchful eyes of God bear the cost
Prayer slips through my trembling hand
Stained glass watches with no sound
Dreams are buried in shifting sand
No solace in this forsaken ground
Forgiveness fades like the twilight's glow
Haunted by what never was
Stars above graves so cold and slow
Under heavy weight of cursed woes
Neuronchaser. No Solace In This Forsaken Ground
© Copyright: Олег Крыжановский, 2026
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