Dry Now Is the Bloodied Tears of Our Pain
A kick to the head is all the answer I get…
A love I asked for a return… A spit to the face was the instant reply,
Your politics may be the cream of your high assed cake,
Open it all up and let it all be known…
a litany of festering maggots to your self proclaimed glory,
a sad testimony to your hypocricies laid bare.
What is there left for me to mourn for…
A carnival of stupidity up in flames,
A price for the soul we would actually give,
Here we are now… aspiring to be the top of it all,
to trenscend all the twisted carnage of this wicked mayhem,
Only then to be eaten up whole by the machinary,
Victims now of their own poor rebelion,
A dead road for all the troubles of their struggles
Today is the day of rejection!
The day now I shall sever all ties to this dead of all worlds,
Heres to the wounded that were mutilated for our gain…
Heres to the children that were all cast out for our prestige…
Under blood red skies now the old shall burn away,
the best of your ambitions laid to rubble
the knots of your hypocricies now drawing open blood,
Depart now! For there is a world better than this…
Three nails was the bullets that crippled the beast,
A sweat of His blood for all our tears and hardships
Here it is now, my friend! the way that we all shall be restored in full!