Art of Defeat - Concrete Trenches Lyrics

The asylum drained into the streets
Without a cure or diagnosis
Bags of flesh married to the concrete
To be roadkill for a crow's feast

Infected, rejected
Breathe-in the waiting room of Potter's field
Neglected, defective
Causalities of a coward's deal

Warlords giveth and then taketh away
Purpose until purpose is violently strayed
(Beat down and raped)

Are we staring into eyes of madness
Or is madness in the mind of the forgotten

War torn beggars
Forward now and forever
Retreat; Repeat
The nation's art of defeat

Can this mistreatment even come to a conclusion
Content with mirrors and vagrants instead of disillusion
Erase all the memories of this suffering
Until the consequence come for us all