Them want I Them claim say Be com'a them funeral Them are the general Com'a com'a funeral Yet you want I You are the genie What a big disgrace The way you rob up the place

Them want I Them claim say Be com'a them funeral Them are the general Com'a com'a funeral Yet you want I You are the genie What a big disgrace The way you rob up the place

We are lost, we are polluted Where do we begin Into the grey a wolf amongst ravens I will remain amongst the filth When everything is wrong we just forget Move along and we play pretend Surround your life with silver and gold Your tinsel dreams and the

We lose control I am fading I feel I am losing myself Wishing I could be someone I'm not I know somewhere there's a mirror that can show me who I am Because I will never know Constantly bending Engulfed by my history

Lost in the static I am not your fathers son Come dig me up, wipe the earth from my bones And you'll find me at the end A blur on the horizon We become a path others use to take A distant undertaking to suffer the same I'll stand right beside you We slog

My truth will be my own You say it doesn't matter, get used to fear I tell you, that's the problem What it's done to you, the way you live your life This is where you pick yourself up, brush off the ashes Clear the smoke and soot from your eyes Their

Creator as Observer congruent systems collapsing mutating waveforms to become sight-sound touch. A sick perception is now my only link to reality scorched eternally blistering yet I prevail. My merciless plan of creation entails seeing the unseen forge

I have been to the edge before, at the end of the world But there is nothing for me so I guess I'll just turn around I will follow my footsteps back home Still the same as before, but there is nothing for me So I guess I'll just turn around Can't you see

Sport the war, war support The sport is war, total war The final swing is not a drill It's how many people I can kill Burial to be In blood laced misery Propaganda death ensemble Corpses rotting through the night Scorched earth the policy

Misery, I wanted to forget you But five years later I have grown I have regret You were better deserved. But we all learn Hands to broken mirrors, we shattered our design You were always so easy for me, to leave in ruins Those nine summers we burned