Last Gen Consolement
Create
Cultivate
A long gestating
System of lies
Cursing the soil
Discredit the provocateur
To sway the court of public opinion
An invasive network of eyes
Gunned down empathy
Systemically erase the hope
From the eyes of anyone left to
A forgery of an oath hangs upon a breath
Condemning the sky to give way to anti-gravity
Loved ones writhe
Too late, too late
We never call anyway
One reality check, oh wait
Scorch marks on the duvet
Late nights at work are no substitution
An indelible stain
The well of blood
Long since tainted at the source
Hatred germinated of simple mindedness
When intelligence has become
The sin sought to be purged
Leave no one behind to question why
Vehement, mindless screams
Echo through the streets
Calling for freedom misunderstood
On the day liberty lays dead
We the people having murdered her
Gripping tightly her cold palm
The blood drips spelling... foolishness
Loved ones writhe
Too late, too late
We never call anyway
One reality check, oh wait
Scorch marks on the duvet
Late nights at work are no substitution
You call the shots
So line me up
You call the shots
So give me the best one you've got
A bullet through my brain
To see things your way
Show me how blissful
Ignorance can be
Cultivate
A long gestating
System of lies
Cursing the soil
Discredit the provocateur
To sway the court of public opinion
An invasive network of eyes
Gunned down empathy
Systemically erase the hope
From the eyes of anyone left to
A forgery of an oath hangs upon a breath
Condemning the sky to give way to anti-gravity
Loved ones writhe
Too late, too late
We never call anyway
One reality check, oh wait
Scorch marks on the duvet
Late nights at work are no substitution
An indelible stain
The well of blood
Long since tainted at the source
Hatred germinated of simple mindedness
When intelligence has become
The sin sought to be purged
Leave no one behind to question why
Vehement, mindless screams
Echo through the streets
Calling for freedom misunderstood
On the day liberty lays dead
We the people having murdered her
Gripping tightly her cold palm
The blood drips spelling... foolishness
Loved ones writhe
Too late, too late
We never call anyway
One reality check, oh wait
Scorch marks on the duvet
Late nights at work are no substitution
You call the shots
So line me up
You call the shots
So give me the best one you've got
A bullet through my brain
To see things your way
Show me how blissful
Ignorance can be
Credits
Writer(s): Billy Lever
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