Tymework A Cowards Regiment
[Verse 1]
I mask tragedies
When I actually act casually
Sipping yak in the back of my lac
Counting the casualties
Approaching carefully
Eyes staring out
From the back of me
Blackened actions are
Manufacturing order of faculty
Rambling on with the gamblers
Handling amatuers
Ramming your family in poverty
Gaining profits per capita
The famined soldier
Left abandoned
Carried orders with stamina
Landing the stance of a dancer
Conquered lands of a stranger
The hierarchy is written
With pointing pens of precision
Slowly bending the vision
To demonstrate a collision
A detonating revision
Shocking members effective
Deceptive rulings of livid
Killers composing a message
Perforating the artery
Accelerating mahogany
With prompting and proper bargaining
Obliterating the artistry
A display of awful mockery
Culminating the marketing
Of auctions selling off the
Dead bodies left under me
[Verse 2]
Eventual evanescence
Acceptance of worldly presence
I fathom the fermentative conception
Of every sentence
Declarable restitution
Deducting a civil message
Repentance
Unapplicable in chromatic impressions
I... consummately
Constrict a guideline to tactics
Providing actions needed for
Burning their cities to ashes
They sat in laughter misjudging
Conjuctive practices matching
That of a decorous almanac
Listing days of our presence
Burning the ground, the decadence
Spreading throughout the sentences
Wept from a cold prison, fitting
Scriptures set by penmanship
Of wrongly done witnesses
Forced into the genesis
Remembering what it felt like
To live beside a sentiment
With emphasis placed on
Their freedom and development
Sensitive mechanisms
Stretching reference points beyond the edge
But still the conquered had sought
Militance obdurate while
Staring in the face of a cowards regiment
