Under the storm at midnight's sea
Decipherable intent to rival
And while we feast on their dead ends
A means to vilify dissent
A formal grace has mystified our sentiments
The walrus and the fisherman
You're welcome to join pursuit
The game it never ends
We made a place for all mankind
This precious gift is more than man's dying heart
The catalyst of growing fears in us all
Chastise the malice king
The self appointed martyrs of the privileged class
Wearing rulers clothes
And spouting judges quotes like mass
Indoctrinated tools
The shepherd's finest white domestications
Right before your eyes
All forming a line
We are the marks across
The vein severed
From all around us
Invented new suspicions
Interchangeable
And for every new exclusion millions of more victimized
By nameless self-consumed complacent passive dependents
So just rank single file
This world is not our own
It's not just another war
This is all we know and don't
