Viscera of Men

invidious judgements move towards an end

scatter and splatter, the viscera of men

this circle of fire is life on a wire

a culling of hatred, again and again

bleed until the silence

cast them to the void

flee the fight is violence

their misery is joy

bleed until the silence

cast them to the void

flee the fight is violence

their misery is joy

inside you

never felt enough pain

but you were inclined to wonder

inside you

a war was building

in time

bleed until the silence

cast them to the void

to flee the fight is violence

their misery is joy

bleed until the silence

cast them to the void

to flee the fight is violence

their misery is joy

bleed

until (until)

there is silence

bleed

until (until)

there is silence