An artery cut will bleed til it’s empty
Seeing no one tend to the gaping wound
So why watch this pool of blood rise
When the scalpel is in their hands.

Rip out the corruption at the roots
Where it’s had a foothold for too long
I can’t remember the last time
I closed my eyes and found peace

There is no hope here.
This is the birth place of death.

The mind begins to unravel
Claustrophobia, agoraphobia
No comfort to quell these demons
Just the soft glow of a portal below

Turn the lights low, shelter your eyes
Don’t deviate beliefs
With your blinders on, march forth
Condemn what you can’t understand

You are the darkness living amongst man.
Peeling the layers of obfuscation back
Enough to justify, not practice what you preach
When you pray to god what do you say?

Killing in the name of a dead god.

I want to end the perception shown of our species
Corrected nature driven instincts to believe
In a false hope designed to keep us bound
Never moving just working to stay above the ground

But what the fuck is the point?

You’ll never be heard
They will never listen to your plea
Somehow you think they’re on your team
No one ever cares
Not the soulless carrions of disease
Yet you still believe their regurgitations

No one will fight for you
So why fight for them
When the rug is pulled out
Fall to your knees like you always do
And then you stare in awe
As this horrifying cycle repeats

Just another casualty
A casualty of neglect
Just another casualty
Of oppression.

The hive always swarms behind the queen
Yet begging for freedom never seen
Clinging to the promise of a time now lost
As if it were a lucid dream

Night descends upon us all in these dire times
Screaming for help fallen on deaf ears
We are nothing more than the pawns in their game
A constant reminder of what they are…

Expendable…
We owe them nothing.

As the fissures grow deeper
And the unknown becomes the known
We will all be forgotten
Only then will we be equals

I can’t say I’m surprised
At the way the world reacts to inequality
Something seemingly so simple
Becomes a civil war

Families beg for freedom to live
Families beg for safety
They don’t have to come at a cost

I won’t stand by idly and watch
My bloodline fall victim to them
There’s the line in the sand
Dig the graves where I stand

Let the fortunate pretend to suffer
Let the rich step down from their kingdoms
In the end, close the body bags
Fill the graves where I stand

There’s no amount of expiation
For humanity to give
They cannot come back from this
They don’t deserve to live

They continue to divide us
While we fight for the scraps
They continue to divide us
Take up arms and fight back

While we struggle to breathe
They’ve been standing on our throats
Our Lungs filled with hatred for each other
The ouroboros continues to feed

They continue to divide us
While we fight for the scraps
They continue to divide us
They profit from the lives of the innocent

Giving power to greed
Monolithic faceless beings
Blood oils their machine
We won’t ever rest

While destruction screams
Creation toils in silence

This country is poison
Soaked in the blood of indigenous
The soil beneath our feet will give way
We all slip into the abyss

The ouroboros continues to feed
On its tail forever wrapped around our lives
The cycle will never end
Cut off the head of the bastard snake
And watch it bleed

As the blood pours from its neck
Vermin drown attempting to adjust to
A new world and find another dividing line
The head will grow back

And when that day comes
The ouroboros will feed again

The ouroboros continues to feed…