Who would’ve thought growing up
Meant only to rationalize
The madness we’re handed
Our acceptance is branded
So they know that there’s nowhere to hide

Wade through the comfort and warmth of the myths
Give way to the scowls, give way to judgements
As they smile for the camera, all part of the script

clinging to…
Old memories of protection and certainty
All squandered, gone up in flames
With the blood on my hands, my listless complicity
In their sick fucking game
I’m foolish to think that I stand for anything
But I can’t shoulder the blame
Another unwilling moving part caught in their death machine
I just want out
I JUST WANT OUT

I know the only world I can hope for
Well, it’s a little too late
But I still dream sweetly
That we’ll piss on their graves
The only world that I want more
When we put out the flames
Is what we build on the ashes
Laughing at what we became

Where does our brutality go
Once it’s come and it’s passed?
Does the impact leave violent tremors cutting off every path?
Or do they just fall off the planet?
Are they left in past?
Call it one more vicious circle
We can shrug off and laugh

Death Machine

A soulless choir lip syncs
To the tune of morality
With plastic pleas for peace
From the desk of the killing machine

Roll out the guillotine
Let’s teach them a thing about peace
Hoist up the gallows and leave
Them dangling like a wind chime blowing
In the breeze
Hear ‘em rattle and wheeze

You kill for sport and we just stand by
Like cheerleaders on the fucking sidelines
You had yours now its time to meet your end
We trade bloodshed for bloodshed

Roll out guillotine
We’ll teach them a thing about peace
And in your eternal sleep
May you never find peace

The Guillotine

The prevailing order
Decides what’s normal
humanity up in flames
We subsist on empty promises
While they’re digging more mass graves
Revel in blood soaked victory
While you cast facades of civility
Your history, one long atrocity
For the vulnerable and weak

Forged on farce
Forged on force
Austerity; our main export

Mechanized slaughter employed by our rulers
Their currency is death
Bilge water floods the airwaves
Spreading disease and dissonance
Pearls clutched, hands wrung
Sympathies lie with these vile architects
This cycle of violence sustained by
Our cheers for piled child corpses

All we’ve ever known
This sick cult of death
Blood paves the path
They raced toward their own oblivion
Burn it to the ground
This empire of death
Blood paves the path
They raced toward their own oblivion

Death will rain from the skies
Run for your lives
Your domination lust
Sews the seeds of your demise

The Guillotine

Brandish

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