Reign of terror
shroud in black
Digging knees into your back
Blessings doled out from the sack, your king and queen have gone home.

Take what's given
Nothing more
Beg for something, beg for war
Feast my son, upon the poor, the non-believers

Ache to fight
Need to kill
Knuckles white, elbow deep
Your innocence is weak

Split down the middle
Denied and halved
We see now what has been carved, besmirched the "blank slate"

We eat
We kill
We take
We fight/fuck

There's a road we can take
There's a hope in the reeds
There's a comfortable sadness in this
Just don't look where it leads

Contradiction is the name
Fill an island, could that shame
A crime by any other name would smell as foul and twisted

Laying siege upon your mind
Brace for battle all the time
You have been sold a lie

Pay the tiller
Tea or coin
Two of each and you can join, witness the end

Synapse withered
Took something more
Left us cold and so unsure
Can't solve this riddle inside

Cut the strings, it's time to come home

Slate

Rory