Hold This Mortal Coil

Pierce the flesh of progress
The bland skin is set
Dreams are all identical
The price it seems is death.

Dull the tones of culture
Expression's a threat
Automate the flow of compressed drones
Mould the beating heart of sheep.

But they'll still try the cake
And they'll still taste the wine.

There is profit in poverty
Closed off path towards liberty
The rewards for all have been converted
to benefit a select few.

Blind they follow authority
Even worse look at the apathy
We the majority, a vocal minority
The rewards for all are for a few.

Fake policies
Fake sympathy.

It's a game of cards they play
We have traded in the aces, jacks, kings and queens
for a bit of artificial stability
For a bit of generational insanity.

For a bit of life.

Deathly future visions
Selfish cell divisions
The perfect conditions
Hell has finally risen.

A scorched Earth in pain.

Threat severity increased security
Our borders lost from freedoms lust
The right to privacy, freedom of assembly
All truth is lost. All hope is lost.

Earths soil soaked skin has been trampled from within
Drained to it's core. Can't take it anymore
I've seen your fears. I've seen your tears
I've seen your dreams as I was once
human.

I was once human
I was once...

The city of sin grows larger
Gaze upon stone streets, dead flowers
The city of sin grows larger
Tossed out on streets, to sleep, to beg, to suffer.

No inclination, no goals, no nation
Just sheep herded democrats
So stand to witness this preservation
They sold us out to rats.

No condemnation, no goals, no nation
We rot in tainted soil
So stand to witness this revolution
Just hold this mortal coil.

Just hold this mortal coil until you fall.

Into the grave, into the dust
Into the dirt, I lust
Into the grave, into the dust
Into the dirt, I lust.

Untouchable agents of state, silence the voices
by slotting them into the grand design
A playground for the rich creating chaos, disorder
through war games and discord where
Death will spend his endless time.