If This Be Doomsday

I stand on the edge of a great precipice Staring across endless gray A small hand in mine, one I swore to protect A vow of endless weight Subdued, by an unseen wall An

Prepare the fire to re-ignite Burn away the pain Covered in ash The past erased but never healed Plastic trees, insulated life, curated death Perfection You

To dissolve within loss What is held beyond touch A lifeless limb bent and biting To a destined death forever lost Submerged flame Weeps and reshapes The swaying

There's no denying we've got the itch Feathered narcotics have taken hold Cooked for the masses and priced to sell You've got the symptoms. We've got the drug

I know deep down inside there’s nothing to hope for Each day we cast our dreams aside To live another nightmare And roll the fated die And always come up short This

We forget there was once something shared between us A flame we turned around and used in spite Axe in hand, swinging recklessly Turn your backs, on preservation I

Such disdain for your flesh and blood When faced with your inadequacy We all agree to this decree To burn the earth and blame the meek A terror looms, its flowers

Waving weapons, swaying side to side Malcontented, sniveling and starved New land, no hope, headless Empty headed Scorn for savagery, clinging to a creed A

Round up the willing once again It's time for a sacrifice Tasting the sweetness of their trust You'll never find a finer fare Severed heads talking nonsense