Insistence - black rope through screens will blind
lynch trees strapped to doubt for peace of mind
distort and control convictions
shameful most the worlds addicted
in the face of the terrain
without it's shackles
confused it can't be sold or bought
raised on mendicant fantasies
we're none the wiser
flies still smell the stench we bring
it's persistent like
death in a wasteland
revolts are disarmed
shackled voices are removed by law
prisoners conformed by silencing
sinks like a stone in waves of complacency
flesh wounds are cauterized
in tune symphony lights
disfigured patterned shaddows
bask in the glow of terminal sight
severence and all the faultlines crack now
and misery parades around like the truth
incite deliberately unsung myths that
cut tongues soaked with affliction
tired story symptoms & systems
slaves mining on hallowed ground
dragged out each day arms of the flood
are catching the crowd
bloodless games played out
stuck here watching the last transmission
putrid sustenance always
invites scavengers
with latching fingers to kneel down
when their coffin has shut
stuck here watching the last transmission
same old ... from the old days
grasping fingers to unopen coffins
pulling away till the coffin has shut
playing
static
shooting
in sight
into
nothing
stuck here watching the last transmission
putrid sustenance always
invites scavengers
with latching fingers to kneel down
when their coffin has shut
stuck here watching the last transmission
same old ... from the old days
grasping fingers to unopen coffins
pulling away till the coffin has shut
into
nothing
