To the End

Bombarded

The cycle is always the same, too much happening to even concentrate

I'm struggling to keep the faith

There's so much rage with no outlet, no one feels represented

They want us to turn to hatred

But they need us and we don't need them at all

They feed more to fan the flames

But we're forced to kneel before them and call it peace

Return our sights to the orchestrators

They're just flesh after all, it's about time to burn

Return our sights to the oppressors

Another one appears and we'll end them too

Place our faith in a different system, a cycle that persists to benefit me and you