Surrogate speech immortalized by infinite wisdom, cast from the bowels within.
The blood spells silence on concrete walls, blunt simplicity.
Humane morals are tossed as normality screeches to a halt.
I still don't see how we have come to this, it's killing me, but it's killing you more.
The pack hunts as one, but pity seeps through the ghillie.
Brutality runs through the mind taking control of all motor functions.
An epic failure in your purity, your level of pity has hit a new all time low.
Now your one of them, fear is not your friend.
I still don't see how we have come to this, this silence is killing me, it's killing you.
Never sink to their level, just pick your self up and walk away!