Mass Sorrow

Desire for days that will not come
Machinery at play we are all chained and cannot run.

A scream of rust as the gates swing shut, trapping all inside
A complex framework to stand through time
Made of bones the blood and steel
Of those who came before to serve.

On the greener side hope decays
Tyranny defined
A never changing, hive-like mind
Holds you down, binds you tight, and tells you everything will be just fine
Here in the grayest dawn of our time.

We are the chained
We are the lost
These words of poison
Don't come from on high
You plead with an empty and uncaring sky.

A tear in the cloud, growing fast
A monolith of fear
A hall of bone, echoed screams
Rancid with despair.

We will be the face of a new age
From nine to five, our lives were wasted anyway
Burst out from the never ending sorrow in your life
The vision of a hell
Made just for you.

In dreams of silver starlit fields
Thoughts will walk alone
Down a quiet path
To a sleeper cell of their oblivion.

In a veil of ash, lies our fate
Servility denied
The greener side aflame
A merciless refrain:
A word of gold, death, and strife
Inside the broken construct of night
Revolution within our sight.

Rise, for society
Free of a tyrannical hand.

We crash upon the gates to find
They have left us all behind
Divided we fall.