The End Is Coming

Our sick heads

Our sick heads.

Existential existent potentially intended to potently pen

frustrations within…

 

Our sick heads

Our sick heads.

Existential existent potentially intended to potently pen

frustrations within…

 

A king among fools; the whip slashers’ separated from the tools;

Our kind is built on the backs of the broken; unspoken kindness;

 

I’m tired of the repetition of the violence and superstition,

setting us on a mission to propagate hate; debate religion’s,

putting friends against friends for simply sharing an opinion!

 

Peel my layers back like an onion; when the pungent truth stings;

You better not start crying; everyone be denying the truth these days

everyone lost in some haze; we are the mice of our day; running a maze

we are the mice of our day; running a maze;

 

Do you get it?

Do you hear it?

See the gears churning?

See the churches burning?

 

No escape from the demons in each of us,

they manifest and become manifestos,

to the best of us goes the notoriety of having the power

to dispel a minority the plot to destroy a greater society!

Am I the only one getting angry?

Who else is really hungry to see society truly change?

 

Existential existent potentially intended to potently pen

frustrations within

 

A king among fools; the whip laser’s separated from the tools;

our kind is built on the backs of the broken; unspoken kindness

we’re all trying to get a long better’ but in the end festers

the repetition of the violence and superstition,

setting us on a mission to propagate hate; debate religion’s,

 

putting friends against friends for simply sharing an opinion;

peel my layers back like an onion; when the pungent truth stings;

you better not start crying; everyone be denying the truth these days

everyone lost in some haze; we are the mice of our day; running a maze

we are the mice of our day; running a maze;

 

Do you get it?

Do you hear it?

See the gears churning?

See the churches burning?

 

Everyone is hoping for a unity in a singularity of thoughts’

and then we shall become our own God! Then the real battle will be fought!

When the Antichrist has risen; we will know then what we’ve wrought

The greatest war of the wold these day’s isn’t one of Islam;

person; place or society – it’s not about gender equality;

its the death of our roots.

Christianity.

 

 

Oh,

our sick head’s

our sick heads.

 

I’m tired of the repetition of the violence and superstition,

setting us on a mission to propagate hate; debate religion’s,

putting friends against friends for simply sharing an opinion;

peel my layers back like an onion;

when the pungent truth stings;

 

 

 

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