Chained To The Bottom Of The Ocean The Dead Who Climb Up To The Sky
[Verse 1]
Rise
Weaponize yourselves
Against the unseen
Our world is a panopticon
Greased and bloodied fingers
Around our necks
Giant evil bluecoats parading our streets
[Verse 2]
There is corrosion in the spotted wood desk that once stood where I sit
It's gone but I can see it as if it were the heron in my dreams following me every night on the shores of knitted roads, only staring
I'm into this as deep as a silo
I'm buried in the ancient grains gasping for air
I'm unburdened when I finally stop
I'm lonliness simplified into eternal dark
[Outro]
Hang them all
Revolt now
Kill them all
Ripped into the dirty they fall
