Bathe in theocracy down on bended knee whip your saddle backs
into place each divided by race. My eyes turn white my back
will bleed. Categorise the past we all were once the crucible
lay stake into the earth with unrest and hate. Bury the burdens
you take kill the resentment you make overthrow the anchor
that keeps you here heal your bended knee broken from fear.
The mumbling pains of peasants expecting nothing receiving
less knees bleeding in fear for eternities to come. Blame cast
out too late chained by the same fate I hesitate then compensate
for murder well deserved. We move forward.
Childhoods torn apart even in the face of death we divide the
right setting life aside. Our eyes turn white while our backs will bleed
