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.