Silence The Epilogue Hysterical Chanting In Tongues
These icons tend to manipulate us from within observe
this disease,
proximity clenching its teeth again.
Now I am facing your barricades encased in flames.
This could last us a life time with both versions
endorsed,
we covet all the status quo with the syringes left in our
hands.
The sun killed its child in the name of change
and placed two coins on our eyes
now drown the captain of your sinking ship or make
yourself a statistic.
Our hearts in their cave leave our chest a silhouette,
I am folding space until it fades away like the sun.
they cannot face the whites of our eyes.
