Poverty stricken fingers reach to grasp hopes slipping Through like water despair hangs drawing outsiders in for A moment of hell but they bought their
When will the madness end? Surrounded by robots consumed Living dead. automation carves a whole for our lives to crawl Into. replace: wires replace
They built the telescope so only they could see. Painted it black and white so only they could see. Put it in their pockets so no-one else could see.
Who holds the gun to your head & makes you lick the boot Of the boss who would rather kick in your fucking teeth Than shed a tear of sympathy? We keep
deserted city streets are like Gaps in his dirty smiling teeth but just as flesh heads will Hang, stone heads will roll. Statues crumble, heroes fall
With halos proudly displayed our inner selves wear a Guilty face misplaced hedonic thoughts destroyed Hollow lies conceal our sins "no pleasure: only
Locked Boarded up. Inside & forgotten the rotting Remains of the assault locked. Vacant rooms houses Lie dormant no one wants to clean up the mess
We've all been inflicted with the disease of ease Comfort stable mediocrity. As long as cycles stay Full complete, we march on like zombies sway Complacently
The fabric is coming apart at the seams The gears are locking up in their well oiled machine Sound the alarm something's gone wrong Sound the Alarm
Heavy with greed overweight undermined & overdone The way we operate stacks pile higher stockpiles Ascend & we build more walls to keep them in Our
Forced in the unwanted despair choked up on the Familiarity in the air bury it deep gone for good Pulse echoes sending signals to remote stations Deserted
Full pressure fear forced interrogation Dealers in blood pit your friends as your foes with threats on your free life dangle the shackles before fear
who carved The name of the white man on the backs of the trees that Hung black bodies like ornaments monuments to thieves Erections for your heros:
Conquered lands will soon forget the human cancer that infects
No way out no escape DOWN it's coming DOWN no brakes no escape from the mortal train of humanity no choice but to drag our feet on the sides of the
Trust... what is trust a half breathing carcass lies bleeding on the side of the road but no one will help him no one cares in fear of virgin whites
Their success hinges on our willingness to succumb To participate in their masquerade- Without the hinges The door to their sick dream crashes to the
Born and bred to beak and breed SELFISH FUCKS continue to main continue to demolish to lead the heard to slaughter senseless perpetuation of the