Gom Jabbar

Screaming

How are we meant to survive

That look in their eyes

Minds only open one way

Decades of promises

When will it finally come good?

The dead make the bones

Of the mountain your children must climb

Despite you

Service

Born on the factory line

Have you looked beyond?

At generations still to die

The price of the living

To all those not yet alive

Our weaknesses pile up

Make the mountain our children must climb

To spite you

Just as to vultures

That pick your bones clean

Just like the worms

That await you beneath

Angelic mind, leave it to rust

Demonic heart just wants to fuck