Manifest destiny as a sketch in my notebook,
Where young run foaming at the mouth with hate.
Born without a face; She’s got everyone’s eyes.
She prays and suffocates, as if in a dream
Where death lives on safe from the screams.
Hides festering hopes, like ashes in the fall,
She’s certain there’s more to escape from the pain,
In a world of violent rage;
I’m choking on the smoke that fills my home,
While here we lie in tombs with our flesh and bones;
Hatred passed on, passed on, and passed on.
Crawl amidst the ruins of this, there be no shelter here
Empty dream, I dwell in hell; relive the nightmare.
Crawl with me into tomorrow, it’s caged and frozen still.
Like the sun disappears only to reappear on a bed of fire,
A hell that I can grip. But I slipped, an existence mundane.
Like swollen stomachs swallow the one that made you ill;
There is no other pill to take, their existence is a crime.
Catch me when I fall, Death is on my side.
Dressed in slow death born as ghosts,
Ghosts of progress walk unseen,
Past the graves and the gates;
Your voice it is so soothing,
I’m empty, please fill me.
-SLuR
Made from Rage Against the Machine lyrics.
