He held you,
Suspended over the edge,
Ice cracking within his eyes,
He hated your careless dreams,
You unleash throat ripping screams.

He released you,
Falling 40,000 high,
Into the lightless pit,
You called his name,
He doesn't feel an ounce of pain.

He abandoned you,
Laying in the smoking rubble,
Crater cradling a broken form,
Slow repair to shattered bones,
You called his name.

But nobody came.

Tucked a neat little hair behind my eye,
Won't compromise or else I die,
I think you forgot I'm deaf not blind,
Don't you try and get this to slide.

Drag your feet,
Whatever I mean,
Eat your meat,
Keep it clean.

Tired of this endless bitter battle,
Listen to you prittle-prattle,
Spew lies like rejected cattle,
You feel the ground rattle.

Still you're set to follow.

Drag your feet,
Whatever I mean,
Eat your meat,
Keep it clean.

Hurt by the sting of reality,
Won't let go of your banality,
Despite the slaughter's cruelty,
I'm tired of your formalities.

A still indigo is the vice,
Borrowed a blurry guise,
Finding peace in the eyes,
That's just how to die, I surmise.

The haunted lake,
I cannot unmake,
I cannot forsake,
The next daybreak.

A design to only hunger,
Sealed into a bunker,
Despite a fear monger,
Are you just like me, I ponder.

The haunted lake,
I cannot unmake,
I cannot forsake,
The next daybreak.

Breaking into false illusions,
A pulse preludes these intrusions,
Pollution unto starkest collusions,
Lips cracked in many contusions,
Slips into the darkest delusions.

Wish we could see the clouds past the metal and concrete,
Miss the song and dance of a single rainy cloud,
Tendrils careening from heaven onto passengers in convertibles,
And in those convertibles hold a ****** bag of capital,
To tear our eyes away from the broadening horizon.

There's someone in the driver's seat,
Try to get your words out but you're beat,
A form made of nothing but muddy peat,
Unable to find a way to rebel, to speak.

Oil blends itself into the water after the storm,
When we step inside it clings to our shoes,
Gripping and shimmering with a distinct stink,
And it'll embed into our skin to possess us,
To tear our eyes away from the flesh it rots.

There's someone in the driver's seat,
Try to get your words out but you're beat,
A form made of nothing but muddy peat,
Unable to find a way to rebel, to speak.

Every ******* house left dilapidated,
Guarded by the dogs of the state,
As saints beg to be allowed inside,
And every body deemed unworthy,
Blown to ******* smithereens,
For the rich, for the powerful,
Wipe their faces of the blood,
That traces the corners of their mouths.

I don't want to hear it,
I want to see it,
I don't want to hear it,
I want to see it,
I don't want to hear it.

I want to see it.
I want to see your feet hit the street.
I better see your feet hit the street.