We'll watch the sky turn blood red, and leave with the sunset in our backs
We'll leave it all out in the cold
Everything we touched, every bit of us
And when the bodies start to fall from the sky, we'll lock our doors from the world outside
We'll lock 'em out, so that every cry for help stays where it belongs
Out in the mud
Starving
Starving for help, help that will be denied them. Because we are taught to react hostile to the truth. Because of it's state, it's job, gender of just by the colour of it's skin
"And the truth is the american dream
Because you have to be asleep to believe it. "
We are heartless machines, monuments of malice
God does not exist here
He never has
He is afraid of us