Broken machine built of bones and blood, on the bruised backs of those I love your blind eye is nothing short of malevolence a violence in the silence Shriveled stars saturated in the salts of my missing seas, swapped with the sterling structures of silver and steel and stealing sanctuary from those I love your blind eye is nothing short of malevolence a violence in this silence Your peering perverted glance peruses with privilege over the pain of those I love passing over that which you don't wish to witness your blind eye is nothing short of malevolence a violence in your silence My mind in massacre and mutilated matter, mashed by the mincing malice of Man disregarded by the Masses and cast aside like that calloused carcass Cacophonous promises in the cavernous mouths of cowards --- Rejoice! Retribution in the form of a rub out, ridiculing, self-reliance the righteousness of Rule Ricocheting off of divinity and running through the Heart of those I love Find my falling fears, fickle in nature, on these fallowed floors and feel the ferocity of it fulfilling their prophecy, futilely fighting back the firing of hatred at those I love
Fall to your knees! Condemned to continue the cycles of the crowds and cower in the corners of your own crimes For those I love so, for those I fear for, for those I cry for, for those I live in, for those I hate so Your blind eye is nothing short of malevolence! a violence rests in your silence which hurts for this vice I won't forgive you never forget Those I Love