Writhing -

A stain on existence they’re forcing their way

As we all sit idly we participate in all these lies and deceit

We can’t believe a goddamn thing

They claim to help us, they’ll say it’s for the better

Conveying to serve our interests while only serving to disgust

Another serpent disguised in a suit

We’ve got to burn it to the ground and expose the roots

In all these lies and deceit

We can’t believe a goddamn thing

We’ve got to punish those who filter the truth

All fabricators shall be cleansed in flame

Repent — don’t fall for their tricks

The only way to be free of such hypocrisy

Ingrained within

Our only form of solace comes from writhing in sin

We’ll dig our way out of this grave

For too long now we’ve been buried in shit

This twisting blade has been thrust in our backs

It digs into the spine forcing the population to our knees

Faltering, excised of our autonomy

How long will we steady our hands before taking it back?

Vicious, we will bring down your reign

Grey matter, paint the walls with their disease

Sever forked tongues from toothless smiles

We will never swallow our pride

Nor swallow this rubbish we’ve been fed