this sinking ship
wasn't ever meant
to hold such weight,
lead astray,
such dead weight.
These corpses
ain't no angelz
The motive's a poisoned well
a stye, a blinding cell.
Rapacious incentives
program sedation
we've been robbed,
The fight has not been lost
it's just been stolen.
We've been robbed...
while turning our own against us!
These hands may appear to be
folded and dormant...
Well, these hands they will appear someday
around your fucking necks
This year's model has been breaking ground,
while last year's heroes are buried, still breathing.
So let the bodies pile high
we're bringin out our dead
to begin again.