The dialect of failure.

Bursting bodies blur
With intellectual swords
A history of awful visions
Carved into this victims throne

Lay my soul
Into the centre
Of obedience
I will rebuild the future
If violence ...blares

When nothing offers
A choice can be made

Lonely power curls hatred into a glaze
Guiding seance through ordeal
Only hearts can mute our fucking
And twist the distorted shapes of god

Whip of language
Gage this spectrum of actors
Who pretend to be animals
To prove this rotten code

When nothing offers...