Tragedy piosenki

From hands that beat us senseless come offerings of apparent help From mouths that told judges lies come pleas of disarmament As we lay wounded in growing numbers with explosive fury They fly the white flag at half mast Calling for the laying down of arms...

Clutch our chests and gasp in disbelief Squint our eyes to see, if we missed the fine print to small to read Check our pulses to see if our hearts still beat No help from anyone to help us understand This confusion, this abomination, never ending And as...

beyond darkness + dull despair beneath the sacred plots + fragile thought lay the last vestiges of hope and the loss of defeat no shadows fall at dawn but ash to blackened ground tonight the last light flickers tonight the last light fails black agains...

Mouths hang agape and drool, mumbling incoherent anthems of acceptance and fidelity trained by clever men Hell, hell is here In hidden laboratory backrooms splicing atoms, reducing humanity to a study on a slide with microscopes staring deeper into eyes...

choices are made, their bidding is done capitulation willing, tranquility consumed and so here we are to confront yet again our willingness to accept the fate they are prepared to give pills administered as the i.v. drips the shots are given but the pain...

Born to the sound of gunshot fire, shells scatter the floor and in the distance there's the chiming of bells from empty churches where no one worships anymore and the feeling in the air is a feeling of war You can die in their hands but not of your own T...

When the scientists find our remnants, what will they say? When they find our bloated carcasses ridden with sickness and cancers, what will they find? And what...what will they say? Will they recognize our self-abuse as a product of the abusive hands that...

strung up by the hungry hordes, left to decompose at the feet of sheep, modern day witch hunt barbaric acts, scapegoats for the righteous cause scapegoats for the righteous cause crucifier, crucifier, crucifier, crucifier seek out targets of practice, eac...

embracing the aftershock, prepared for loss stoking the fires of destruction basking in the blistering heat I never think of the future, it comes soon enough we never think of the future, it comes soon enough temperatures rising, storm clouds descend on...

marching in tandem, they come in drones strictly waiting with their strongest intent polishing their guns and boots searching for moments of truth, they wait for direct orders under someone somewhere's sure fire command, polishing their guns and boots an...

like pawns on a chessboard, we are directed shuffled, misplaced and used to build a barrier between madmen and their enemies in the eyes, in the eyes of madmen in the minds, in the minds of madmen peace is a privilege reserved for those who can afford no...

blindly followed out of fear, out of desperation for something more than this the remnants of a life once significant the remnants of minds once thoughtful the remnants of hopes once realized the force of law, the defeating of all life the defeating of a...

Pressure to succeed, pressure Pressures to succeed, depression Pressures to assimilate, pressure to conform Pressures that begin at nine and never end at five Like a vice with a grip so tight we can scarcely breathe With a weight so dense we can scarcely...

they juggle their numbers, they examine their charts the sum of our ignorance, they submit their reports year after year, information is suppressed after years of toil and strife and decades of debate the equation is solved correctly, all scientists final...

pressure builds, ready to blow, flammable device set to explode, ire stabbing, never fades migraine fury, venomous rage, locked and loaded soon the snap, lost sanity, no looking back tolerance running low, day by day impatience grows peddlers of hope prom...

To never give up, to never give in Becomes a vision of impossibility A the bombardment worsens Narrowly defined roles now easier to play To never give up, to never give in To the incessant intoxication of the senses The allure of the machine Is a full t...

Is it violence of our culture of death that keeps us from resolve? Never knowing solace, never knowing peace Or is that culture only a projection of the violence in our minds? Forever seeking fullness but never knowing solace Never knowing peace 

Every last ounce of sympathy, every last bit of emotion Saturated with this bitterness and situations, stacked end on end end on end And tonight there will be no resolve for those who lay awake clutching their children Listening to bombs drop and boots ma...

birthed into a fiery inferno faceless children inherit this hell the modern currency: bomb shrapnel and ammunition shells scattered in the barren dearth and scarred hills where piles of human bones rise up from the arid earth like roots + litter the gro...

Set your channel for imminent collapse no reforms can save us from ourselves a travesty generations old a tragedy written in stone engraved on our tombstones that mark our scars on the earth. Etched in towers threatening to obey the curse the churning c...