The veins are cut and the blood departs,Fading memories and removal of the heart,The corpse of political views and lies,Happiness dis-appears and equality dies.
The throat is cut as the jugular opens,No beaths left, so many dreams broken,Gasping as the air leaves and is replaced by fear,No more love, just lakes of tears.The system departs and leaves no remorse,Society seizures as their rules are torn,Reaching for light, but found by the dark,A social brain stem death tears all apart.Rotting in a catacomb hidden by pain,Still the throat cut and severed veins,Infected by sadness in a World of doubt,No way of escaping, no single way out.Manipulation and social infection hurts,Gouging at flesh throwing hellish words,Crucified by regulations thrown in your face,Unable to deal with the continuing hate.A river of blood where memories float,A feast of mutilation, This World has no hope,Preying for the end to come at long last,Under the shadows where the clouds are cast.A thought running is shot down by obscurity,No chance for peace, only war is a possibility,Once placid and carnal with fear unheard,Now malicious and repulsive with so much hurt.A social brain stem death trying to hold on,Agonisingly impossible, trying to do no wrong,What is right? We can no longer know,All has ended and has sunk so low!