Mangled Mankind

Monday, April 19, 2010

In their ignorance
They ask for the monster
The truth escaping them
But that wont matter for long
On this, collision course

And in their shame,
They ask for my hate
That they might be given reason
To destroy all I wish to make
Rob the world of this creator
The end to which their means cater

So tell me if I
Were to go and die
Would you believe
Whatever the note I left said
Would you believe the news
Leave me for dead
Yeah
So tell me if I
Were to go and die
Would you believe
Whatever the note I left said
Would you believe the news
Leave me for dead

In their final hours
They ask for the predatory prowler
And they know not the danger
Of this creeping howler
No surprise in the resulting
Blood shower

In their world, there is no hope
The shame has become their rope
And after spending their life, growing a tree
Made of dreams sacrificed for a greater conformity

So tell me,
Are you ready
So tell me,
Is it time
What will be
Your last line

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