Deceived dawn,
thrown in despair,
running aimless their death race.
You never had the time to think.
Live to serve,
consume to exist.
A foe that wears your face.
Do you feel safe, in your grave?
Indoctrination of thought.
Do you feel safe, in our graves?
Submerged in fearful silence,
to hide your blackest guilt.
It's not the fear of death,
it's the grief for a life unlived.
Deceived dawn,
thrown in despair,
you never had the time to think.
Live to serve,
consume to exist.
A foe that wears your face.
Do you feel safe, in your grave?
Indoctrination of thought.
Do you feel safe, in our graves?
The purest dawn,
in the hag of obscurity,
grows in fear,
control and decent misery.
Is this grave made to feel safe?
Is there any escape?