Cold
At Home With Monsters
I'm feeling cold, despite the fire
Crippled horses broken by their riders
Teeth and tongue ripped out by violent means
Intimidation forced to an extreme
Why wait for an explanation
When u can take steps toward damnation
A final touch, a snake within the trees
A final yield brings us to our knees
A shadow of cost
Bring forth the cavalcade and
drive out truth
Ride on broken equidae
Spit on the flames, should be ok
Nevermind the ashes all displayed
Blood flows as I attempt to speak
Give a voice to the forgotten and weak
But you're afraid, your reputation at stake
Standing up for what's right: a big mistake
Capitulation is your only game
Never mind all the bodies, you'll find fame
At all
Costs
Humanity gone, over faux fear
Moral compass can't find true north.
Prefer Adoration despite decimation.
A slippery slope to fascism
Not a path for me.
Keep telling our truths
Despite what they say
