Letras
In the face of a world standing on a lack of justice
Forward blankly stares a silent God, disgusted
Of the disrepair and impairment, err beyond discussion
On the cusp of being crushed beneath the gluttonous combustion
In the very wake of failure's reconstruction
Live those who choose refusal of following His instruction
Thus succumbing to the nothingness
Hushed under the conductors who run the Locomotion of Destruction
Losing one's ability to think through this concussion
On the brink of falling victim to industrial reduction
As the overseers sow the seeds of the deepest corruption
We become the dust, swept under another rug, obstructed
Recorded is the story of the soul's abduction
Resources unafforded in moral deduction
In war's production
Fallen into dysfunction
Lost in disruption of the ones who run the Locomotion of Destruction