One step over the line
With nothing left to dissect
You **** our innocent minds-
We the
People
Mindless follows
Divided by invisible hands
Plagued with fear
And
Deceit
To destroy the common man.
The floodgates have opened
We're all going strait
To hell
The floodgates have opened
And there's nothing you can do
To stop it.

Harvest the sheep
Nowhere to roam
Harvest the sheep
Unvail the wolves
Missapropriated minds
Cloth the people in
Blood
Stained
Wool

We've lost our innocence
It's all our fault
With Noone left to blame for our sins
Feast upon
the blood
The blood we spill.
Our only sustenance
Is the addiction of
Addiction of power.
We are going
Strait
To
Hell.

Purged by violence
Body distorted,
Weathered by ignorance.
Miles of shame beneath your feet
Exchanging pleasure for disease.
Lifeless and wrought
Contempt with your miserable life
Owned,
By a hypodermic puncture site.
Willingly you undress,
Your shamefully reflection;
To wolves of prey
With violent intentions.
Mentally inapt
Incapable of discretion
A spirit void waste of flesh,
Used for others accession
Your foreboding creation
A ceremony of pain
Unable to have an objection.

Flies on the fruit of your body;
A maggot nest
for nature's protection.
Falsified hopes
Stem from paralyzed delusion.
Drug induced comma
Keeps your pain in remission.
Transfixed by your own demise
7 masked figures lure you inside.
Thrown into the back of a van.
Oil soaked rags
Bind each of your hands
No sirens to chase you Down
Adorned in a bag,
Is how you'll be found.
Violently emancipated;  
cleansed of your pride.
Washed with gasoline,
To help you subside.
Set ablaze,
With violent reactions
***** no more.
Welcome to the procession.