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 shit 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 shit from the old days grasping fingers to unopen coffins pulling away till the coffin has shut

into nothing