Give up, Give in.
Ripe with the stench of a rotted out core
The fruit of our labor combined with the gore
To do what we must we depend and we trust
On the reach of the claws for our goddess' decree
When a pen hits the page for the ink to be free
They sign the destruction for all else to see.
Can you sense the indifference?
Cut the discord with a knife?
Disassociate the martyr
Lay hands on his wife
Now I make my dissent the object of my aggression
The blood on my knuckles dried up for refreshing
Break my bones again
Out of the fire
Closing the gap
Trial for giving in
Falling for my trap
Tell your leader
The past, I found no reason in front of me
Shake the hand, feed the bulls, pretend safe and sound
But now I know, her wounds will show,
Insects that fight, under the light,
Boil my blood, grip this bottle tight
I can’t let you win
Black to red to white to blue they dim my sight to what is true