Warshields are raised, the Gods are praised The people stare paralyzed with fear The legend tells of a man that fell From grace of his baptised king As a banished
: I abstain! Summon my pride? What? Pride behind your blinkered eyes? Your vigilance is shit "The lads together" - you fall! Smug complacency, Notions
scales of balance, Secrets hidden, Sin after sin in their eyes. Understanding is now too late, Utopia is banished, The very morals trusted in have brought
: No way forward or back, In stalemate, we stagnate, Life cycle is an automation, Instinctively, we race to get ahead? And now our virgin minds are
: Taste me, You made me what I am, Mind polluting worthless fuck. Am I the mental feast, Bruised and scarred, The underdog. A pawn within a losers
: Saturating, pre-assuming icon of the youth, Ways and means to call the shots, Fingers in the pies which resign us from vacant urges, Facing the bombardment
: Not lacking insight or impetus to shout behind ideas that reforms in us Will bring about. (As) parallels we run so close yet as I try to draw to you
: Put it on yourself to be A role model, an image that you feel Should guide the habits, to form a movement of self-infatuated fools. Keeping "Each
: Prolonged exposure, In a world where I try to belong. I try to belong. Character cessation, On a major scale of depression. Declining sense of fear
: Sadness, despair. Sometimes the things I cherish, Sometimes that's all I've got, And that's enough. Bitterness, anger. Man made torture, Not to be
: Pushed, promoted, justified? Perhaps not guaranteed. Reassuring cash transfer providing leads, Media profile - fallacies we need? I think not! Labels
: Thought trained to succeed. From here on the pain begins. We're maggots, cast in the sea of struggle - Bait for the big fish. Crawl, forever crawling
: Reproach envelopes me. A hierarchy through violence-street society. I voice my contempt. Convinced of my immunity. Yet on a smaller scale, In my
: Got to grab all while you can - a perversion! Once you had the gall to even up the score, Moving in common circles, Where the circles stood for human
: Sometimes I wallow, in an air, Somewhere between a state of good intention and pathos - no worries! I've got time to kill! Wear my bleeding heart
turning back I'm banished from sanctuary The darkness in me is filling me with pain There's no way to turn back for eternity No, no turning back I'm banished
This time I won't be hanging around I'll sever the ties that have me gagged and bound (your idle hands have tied you down) What's to lose, enemies or
Pulled from our homes We've committed no crimes We don't know why Stolen and incarcerated The red army marches us out like pigs Onto trains like creatures
