Future Dead

Instrument of pain in the hands of a tortured soul lamenting for his god
Cut apart the sleeping child so cruel and unrelenting
Took away the arrogance and replaced it with denial and bleeding hearts
Inside a cell of bones a million miles apart

No soul will survive the culling
No one to be spared the falling down
No polluted mind to spread disease
Severed heads of innocents

Cry alone your spirit black
Predestined strangle hold
Die on your own so far off track
Impaled upon your throne
You’ve seen all the crosses
You’ve buried all the losses
You’ve traded sides so many times
Now a victim of your own crime

No soul will survive the culling
No one to be spared the falling down
No polluted mind to spread disease
Severed heads of innocents

Festered wound the raping blade cuts deep down to the bone
Defenseless child your life is black your future dead and now on your own
So scared of the dark and silence frightened by your shadow
This perfection broken down to dust so depleted oh so hollow

No soul will survive the culling
No one to be spared the falling down
No polluted mind to spread disease
Severed heads of innocents