mechanical minds and hearts
possessed animals
put together with blood and shards
concrete carnivals
dancing in the rains and far
breathing toxic fumes
so they can be dead at last
that's all they speak of
how the tomorrow will change
why pretend to be humans then
when all you are is a name
living lies inside a box
glued to screens watching masters
a generation lost in the mist
hypnotised by an invisible monster
slaves butchered by the quarter
forced to feed upon the fodder
when has the blood become
a symbol of the law and order
millions die for the cause of a few
while a herd chews on the green  
if you must please enjoy the view
this is for all there has ever been
a person tends to lose his mind
if he has no place left to be alone
hearing them voices grow louder
a prisoner inside his own home
and that's where they spend their all
inside four walls rotting and bleeding
savage men and the pretty dolls
Skeletons in the closet screaming
toxic faces disfigured and molten
painted in scars purple and red
waging wars across the oceans
filling puddles with tears wept
our voice has become silent
as our bones slowly rust
one day we'll be consumed
in our violence,
and be made in dust.