A generation of instinctual assassins

A lifetime of human deviations

In a place of confidence and adulation



A world you now realize, has deceived your every thought

You listen in detail, the prevalant screams

Emanating through the vacant halls!!!



You sense the tranquillizing

Feelings of accomplishment

Yet this personal ritual means death



In the eyes of those that have manipulated our very minds!

Reprisal is instinct a form of survival

Placing their darkness in veil



As death comes life fades

Where bullets fade soak in

Their unmerciful passion honed for you... this time



You're doubting your own convictions

Skepticism greets your fading thoughts

As you are thrown into an unmarked grave



On the verge of your passing

Feeling the damp cold soil penetrate your

Bleeding wounds blanket your



Crippled, cramping body

As you discern your killers

You realize your certain mockery



Of honor demands death

Reprisal is instinct a form of survival

Placing their darkness in veil



As death comes life fades

Where bullets fade soak in

Their unmerciful passion honed for you... this time



You're doubting... your own convictions