Down wind of a sour place and time Swept into the refuse a blight on all hope The stupidest and most foul nation So naive, so gullible this blissful
And still we soldier on to find some grace a reason or meaning to stay alive, to not gouge our eyes and deafen our ears surrounded by all destitute and
As you lord over this collapse and catastrophe its hard to tell if your supporters maintain this presence with larger numbers or larger mouths If its
Every morning born into a sea of enemies all buzzing voices all twisted faces and all senses under siege the pedantic and plodding rhythms of everyday
the fever for war or reprisal for offenses real and imagined the fever's chorus a herded bloodlust a being both wolf and sheep it's thirst directed the
We know not love nor compassion but endless cycles of distraction the banality and misery, a consequence of the battle waged for subsistence Brought
You've brought much to bare at the feet of your lord much to bare and much to make amends for If your christ walked in these days, you'd have surely
Empathy will kill you when bearing witness to sickness becomes too much no detachment no cold analytical approach can deaden the impact the willful
I'll lay no praise at the feet of the tainted and vile beasts that call themselves men whose aim to distill our energy to meet their needs rob our souls
