Crawling  from  the  cities  the  filth  chokes  me  to  the  taste,  feeding  the

desire  to  destoy  this  culture  that  I  hate,  the  daily  inquisition,  the  fear

that  fuels  our  lives,  sets  each  man  against  the  other  with  the  wool  upon  our

eyes.

Chains  of  comman

the  weight  of  wait

under  their  wheels  into  concrete

face  off  the  floor

rise  up

retaliate

The  razor  blade  infections  out  caverns  deep  across  my  skin

Reminding  me  of  battles  I  have  lost  and  will  never  win

There  are  no  bullets  here

These  hands  are  clenched  in  fists

And  the  promise  of  another  day  is  all  that  we  have  left

What  remains  here...?

Bowing  to  the  dollar  in  their  selfish  church  of  capital

Where  wealth  encrusts  their  bodies

Yet  cancer  fills  their  hearts?

Brother  will  kill  brother  in  this  stained-glass  abattoir  called  ＇earth＇

My  arteries  are  boiling  with  hatred  undefined  for  this  colonizing  monolith

that  suffocates  our  lives

A  bastard  congration  runs  the  head  of  this  machine

Our  hands  will  gut  it＇s  gears  ＇til  their  blood  runs  cold  and  we  are  free.