Inner Surge A Great Distance
After the silence
Scale the walls
A great distance
Dead men call my name
Ancestors call your name
Extreme solution
The masses hold my gun
We sing a tired song
We die to keep you warm
Open the floodgates
Lend me your ears
Announce predictions that never appear
Grievances consumed and paralyzed
Cold frantic moon rise
Collective intentions unrealized
You misunderstand sacrifice
Extreme solution
Bold stories carry on
We sing a violent song
We die to turn you on
Take this as on offering
Among distant philosophies that should be seen as
luxuries afforded to the safe
Take this as an offering
The dead before bureaucracy
Words spoken to the suffering
Though actions would do more
Another doe-eyed witness stuttering
An unwelcome analysis on the state of things
When I feel the pressure
When I see the fires burn
When I open fully
I infiltrate the impure
I endure
