Appalachia - Chelsea Wolfe

It was the way we always knew

That we never had the clue

That we never had the chance

Like the others in the dance

Like black diamonds, ash and light

Like the mines and anthracite

Split-tongued fellows, venom-survived

Violence only against the vile

Here, we bleed into the wild

Then laid to rest there, man or child

This shining gutter in the sun

Is it worth it in the run?