Battle for the Market

When the world starts a-burning and the dead get to turning
These chickens keep a-yearning for lust
It's the middle of December their heads are getting dismembered
For the cult made all its members from dust

Now the wind blows in from the east, following behind is the beast
Only one mission left to meet
Sitting on the throne is the queen, metamorphosized to intrigue
Making sure the nation reigns supreme

Little did the beast know, there's more to this than a show
The cult are not all they reap and sow
Yet still the beast continues, erupting from within shoots
Out minions who were forced to choose

Critters crawl onto the scene, making their way to the team
Wobbling as fat as can be
Something must be inside them, there's evidence there's something
Whatever it is it has an awful stench

What could we have ever known we are all so turned into the obvious
And scared of the unknowns of trust

Caged!
Crazed!
Craved!

Arranging for a meeting, can we sort this peacefully
Retain the market for all species far and wide
Maturing way too slowly or rapidly declining
We are those that are deciding other's fates

The queen didn't like that answer
No peacefulness here, their team blocked all the exits
Closing in from behind, the front, left, and right
The only way out is up, or down

Rise from the ashes of life and let your mind be free
Stand up for what you believe and let your body roam free
Fight back by simply ignoring and set you soul at ease
At ease

Peace

We won the day, we are victorious tonight
Showing that we can prevail in a world that we don't belong in
Without this chance i thought that i would end my life
But there's an oasis that i have always been longing for

If the battle has begun
Then battle must be won
Then we go onto the next one

Rise!