Another one for the slaughter,
When every sight doesn't meet your eye,
You'll throw another one over,
So you don't swim with the coming tide.

Get your hands off, this is way out of order,
A spring without purpose is fall towards disorder.

So what's your cause in a war,
You stomp out your brothers you swear to be standing for,
To find your place in the stars,
Instead of a poster you keep folding over.
Activist, Anarchist, show me a sign,
Who's crossing the line,
Pinch hitting for every side,
Between a somber stampede and a streetlight regime,
Just who's power hungry.

It's all the same old condescension,
You lack the motives behind your smile,
We can't just keep the **** collection on a sidewalk for a rain check,
So drown in your own denial.

Sink or swim, what does the current circumstance call to you when sirens drown out everyone.

As cycles stay direction, you'll waste your clocks to ******* preach.

As cycles stay direction, you wasted clocks to preach,
Spare no integrity with veiled intentions,
Convulsing with delight in your own speech.
Fancied yourself a martyr,
And yet it's getting harder just to shoulder a cross,
Walk out onto the water,
To turn a prophet, there is always a cost.