Thrust - Allochiria

where’s his rights?

where’s his life?

where’s the dreams he was making before all this?

let it out

and fight without

security of fate made to wipe you out

rage in neighbourhoods you wouldn’t dare to live

tried

failed

struggle has fed them

but they don’t win

facing ground

life ran dry

all eyes on you

until the 7th day

and thousands cry

and thousands break

until the 7th day

no human, no

there

is

no

atonement