Call ‘Em Whitey
The white army’s marching again...

Stormtroopers, palaces under siege
Bringing down the wooden planks...

My flesh, I’ve longed to disintegrate
To crumble myself, reshuffle my thoughts...

Soils cracked, hides blistered
As my social contract breached...

Blood drippings
A thousand ripping...

Automation failed
Refused its mechanism...

Advent of pale, lengthened dusk of dawn
Misty black rose the only thing I held...

Distance not withstanding
In trance, I paced miles of the unknown...

Fuzz of outgrown tentacles, on my wake I stand
The myth of a beast, the same they unearth...

What we’ve fought for isn’t wrong
But somehow you forgot to see...

Suffocating glass-walled casket could’ve...
A case wherein euphoria reigned seven senses...

As the machine of terror burned
The tongue of the skeptics, heretics...