Rising from the tide a Kraken cloaked in wisdom propogates his lies for love of living death... As faith in leaders falter and dole-queues stretch for
Bled dry, and gutted clean, in this maledictive maze. Assembly lines are full of dreams, and promises of cathode rays. Can I afford a life? The walls
Crawling from the cities, the filth chokes me to the taste Feeding the desire to destroy this culture that I hate The daily inquisition, the fear that
My life charred remains of a flame that?s burned out my lips move but they won?t make a sound I stand motionless, eyes to the ground back for more with
Roll forth the dice, the hourglass tipped Conformity reigns, soon enough the hammer hits Imagination crushed, where brilliance once thrived Predictably
Bring out your dead... Call of the carrion crow, civilized man had no friend Whale of the silent sea, the ocean is yours, they've left it empty Hawk
We process the facts, and choke on the math Yet we can't come to terms with ourselves Gorge belly up to the table of wants It's "all you can eat" after
On your knees, look at yourself, a corporation cog with a head No original thought, a product of things, that consume your will, and define your dreams
The illuminaught sharpening ubiquitous blades Sycophants turning their knives Conflating the past to the present Deadbeat dregs dragged to a masterplan
Disembodied, our consciousness Explodes and fragments, into streams of sleek illusion Our ambitions, they intertwine Across these wires, where imagery
You're lost in their gluttonous agenda Built on a foundation of sand Their tides wash away your perspective The mouth that feeds forces the hand More
So steadfast in reinforcing the myth Of a sovereignty so fictitious They're in your home now spreading disease Our nation slogging down on wounded knees
we sleep, where hopelessness ends An UN statistics, we're counted and fed Children of war, hunger, and filth Dragged through the dust in our misery Where
In the true eyes of god, we would never be forgiven...
Their pious iconography, seductive and sublime Artifacts from allegoric myth Crucifix, testaments - seemingly benign What havoc have they wrought upon
The voices clash and debate So many wrongs to right Their bleeding heats flow never-ending (Like their appetites) "Left" on a front line they can't defend
I'm trapped in silence Before a setting sun Across horizons To where your bodies burn Erasure No pressure A smoldering western sky There is now no confusion
[Kloppel, Jarvis] Onwards together, with boundless visions of hope The fire of souls alive, on mountains of Aragon Clarion calls freely answered , and