I spend my time wasted
wasting it on telling you of the past
you find no relevance
you find no patterns repeating
so sorry for you so sorry for you
as they claim the lands and rape the hands
that once fed you
you wear their chains smile through the pain
and turn your head away from good men
from this blasphomy and desecration
we shall see those rotten on the insides
display their rotteness to the world
I'll hold my hand up high
only hoping you can see it through the zombie crowd
they stomp around
pretend to live and count
on you to fall victim so they can feed
through shadows we see as they embrace
just anyone draining, betraying, swaying
in the breeze
as surely as cycles continue
cycles will
please grant me the strength and wisdom
to overcome
to step aside from the masked ones lies
and cause my enemies to stumble
creating pain for only themselves
I reach my heart to wherever you are now
and proclaim to be your son
no one else realizes
no one else sees
these are the same seas we travel
and only unto you do I wish to please