Let for the rampaging machine to take over mind
For it’s grown more aware than you
In the passing of days you’ve slipt
Into a silhouette of a human.
Screaming sirens engulf the sky
With piercing music they create
Left to us now a lullaby
Cries of panic bring sweet sleep.
Reverberating in the backs of our minds
A past that we believe to have existed
But seamlessly remembrance passes with the dawn
Solitude is lost to us again.
Left to us now is a world created by your devices
Rivers of blood and fields of bodies
Till the end we were to fight our enemy
It’d been nice to know we ought to have fought you.
These tyrants rise and fall
Without their subjects realizing
That oppressed they have become
While believing they are free.
released June 25, 2014
Frankie Gototweski: Writing, Spoken Part
Pat Malone: Guitar, Percussion
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