Deadwood

I've stepped inside a world I don't know The sky's not quite the same anymore Dead stasis, burnt pages Fabric of society torn Condemned either way No cells, no chains Resistance is buried like a secret to a grave Face down in the dirt again What's to gain from being the last one standing? Cut the limb and not the tourniquet So now it's understood, we remove the deadwood Pulled apart from all sides It never took much to divide Can't find a way to detach So light the fucking match Never been the first to cast a stone But we'll torch the fields Where their seeds are sown Like moths to flames They all burn the arcane Constricted, complicit In how we're detained Face down in the dirt again What's to gain from being the last one standing? Cut the limb and not the tourniquet So now it's understood, we remove the deadwood Burn it down Raise it all to the ground Every last one I felt the weight of a soul in my hands And I'm starting to understand They're all dead weight Transcending this hell unscathed While we fight for the scraps thrown away Parasites and sycophants bleeding you dry Face down in the dirt again What's to gain from being the last one standing? Cut the limb and not the tourniquet So now it's understood, we remove the deadwood Deadwood