Not an option
Blood-solid wheel
Prove it with chains
Keep it this way

This is how it ends for us
Defined by the greed of another
Replaceable and impotent
Pieces of this beast we’ve fed

So you failed
Then we failed as well
I can’t believe
This is all we have

Your sexless diatribes
Stepping on the tears of your children
Burning beneath the weight
Of such mindless pressure

My perceptions
They’re just a wretched drawing
All that they hold
Is silent resentment

Our lifestyle fantasies will be
The gun that we point into our own heads
Our hatred is a family value
There’s no forever for this.
(It’s nothing. I reach down.
I bought this picture of the world).