Wake up! The madness!
They’re burning the banners that we erected for ourselves!
And if they think they’re getting far away from this hell we’ve built for them,
they can get fucked.
I hate to see all of you martyrs choke,
but I love to breathe all that riot smoke.
Tell me a story about how we came to glory in the dark.
In the spectral anecdote, (we blur the lines, have no use for black and white)
sleep with endless rest. (another way to release the inner plight)
Coalesce your minds, (we can see, we can feel without our eyes)
bruised and battered swine.
Stand with me!
Stampede it all!
You filthy fucking animals,
begging for your lives, quit wasting all of your time.
Burn them and bury them all,
give them a hell that will never let go
then find the exit.
In this art of raping the willing blind,
I found some peace of mind right behind the veil,
reminding me we were younger and eager to watch it all fall.
You were the better ones
Entitled to everything you’d ever need
while we were outdated,
entitled to nothing at all.