monument

He talks

This is tragedy at its best
Performance art
The tie becomes a noose
Psychosis of power, steel weapons

Listen to the leader speak
His fire licks through robotic marrow
Veins of fortitude, loveless, aimless, bursting with pride
Listen to him sing his sweet song to the lemmings

Let this social regicide become our test
Let social genocide become sane, and blood will spill into the corners
Follow me for I am what you should be
I am where you wish to go, where you wish to be
Be something through me, be as heartless and cold and stable as you want
We will all sit on this utopia, we shall never fail
We shall never fail

Somewhere a soul has lost its way
Drifted aimlessly towards eternity
It has lost its sight but regained its fever
Its sickness, slimy, dirt-ridden and moist
We watch it wander, keep our distance
And hope he fades with time
We hope this fades with time
Crucifixions on street corners
Signs painted to convert the blind
Look into his eyes

Somewhere a city of souls has lost their way