Seized by their oppressors hands
Dignity ripped possessions lost
Bound only by collective fear
Of the ones they idolized
Killing is meant for the ones in power
But only when it appears justified
Stolen souls led like a herd
Into the setting of their demise
Led one by one into a perfect line
They cannot resist, lest they die undignified
So trusting of their puppet masters
They could never even question why
Such haste is taken to commit these crimes
Unending bliss in the oppressors eyes
The creators absence becomes a driving force
For this state-endorsed genocide
Beyond the silhouettes of bodies collapsing
Are howling screams from those who wish could flee
So fragile the balance of freedom and security
That I can barely discern which can lead to this
Killing is meant for the ones in power
But only when it appears justified
Stolen souls led like a herd
Into the setting of their demise
Led one by one into a perfect line
They cannot resist, lest they die undignified
So trusting of their puppet masters
They could never even question why
The poor now souls reduced to fodder
Waiting for the slaughter
Shallow graves
Tossing everything
Tossing everyone
Into shallow graves
If you couldn't see this coming from a mile away
I have run out of sympathy
Though we have the slightest inclinations of indignation
We can't resist our abhorrent imagination