XX (City Grave)

This injustice renders my thoughts ineffectual

Forgive me, lover, and forget my sullen face

Privilege brings us to this place

Of human currencies

(We) Buried our sisters in a glass display

Only to evaporate to a toxic skyline

Underneath we sell off the bodies

My body became a graveyard where they buried thirsty souls

Show me your righteous leader

I'll show you the bullet holes

The preacher with the parched tongue and the God that he controls

Shake off the sin, shake off the sin

And spit out your cacophony of lies

I'll climb

Through your screen

And bleed out the image

You left in me

But God, are you a man?

Then how do you see me?

From where you sit up in heaven

Looking down on my hell

My body chokes back

I have nothing to draw with

And the well is deep

Where can I get living water?

Enslaved in the Land of the Free

My prison is our wedding bed

Where you left me for dead

You'll leave us for dead

Apathy was our anchor to a digital sea

Where you drown in the comfort of our complicity

Can love

Save me?

Will you wrath

Avenge us?