Testi:
Risen Ashes

Drown in the blood of the innocent, live these lives of selfishness. we remain blind to this world's pain until the day we reject, abstain. set this

I won't bow down to these lies, to these line drawn in dust, and i'll watch while your idols rust. self-betrayed, led astray, you've sold yourself, your

Cast into the flames, in tradition?s name. our silence is their death, our silence is their chains our silence makes them slaves. our silence seals their

our eyes, as what once was is torn apart and cast aside. but this is what gives me life. so settle for the least of what this could be, inhale the ashes

The image projected is luxury, useless but needed, as glazed eyes stare glued to the screen. A lifestyle falsified, economics fragmented, now billions

Beckoned to the frontlines, to ease the pain from starving stomachs. No floods of tears, no stench of death on the screen. Beckoned to dismiss, chosen

After the landmine holes have been refilled, after the bombed-out buildings have been rebuilt, when the din of the mournful cries is no longer real,

Two thousand years waiting for the king: A plastic Christ on a plastic cross. A million church pews on Sunday, a million offerings for the king, a million

Behind the golden gates and the locked doors. Away from where the cops beat aimlessly. Where the parasites are plentiful and the usurpers feast on the