Fractures In Time

How much longer will this virus of lies
Decide the futures of our lives
I will no longer sit and watch
This sickness spread throughout the land
Throughout the land Your story is not a new one
It has been told and retold through the annals of time

This will be This will be your end
Sit, Kneel, Pray to your fucking god
The one who gives you so much So much solace
The turning of pages creates fractures in time
And prevents the progression of humanity
Swamped by the guilt Put upon us by man
Well fuck you i refuse to bow down
I will no longer be mesmerised

When all is laid to waste
And buried beneath the ashes
We will remain Tearing down your false charade
And crumbling the statues to which you pray
The statues to which you pray
With each breath you take These words dance

With each breath you take sanity becomes obscured
These words dance across your lips
Like the poison on your bow
I have lost all belief in you
There is something left here for us
In the shadow of an illusionary paradise look not to the skies
But amongst the beauty Which fills our lives