Life

There is a force that's rising
From the ashes of a stillborn dream
This world shall surely suffer
Beneath the voice of this new regime

The enslaved shall form the foundation
The mortar will run thick with blood
The stones will shatter backs and soul
So leave the broken bodies face down in the mud

Twisting, writhing, begging, smash their lives into the ground
Make them futile for those that still carry on
Feed us carrion, sustained by those that have died,
Simply breathing or are we truly alive

Can this be the height of out potential
Feed our masters or we feed the crows
This can't be the truth of our existence
Waste ...