Still Born, Again - Cryptic Slaughter

Uneasy feelings

Which way to turn

Lost in the maelstrom

Starting to burn

Madness surrounds toy when caught up with

Minds so confused

And so I sit

Pitcher in hand

And so I fill

This glass that stands

Chaos controlling with minds that are robbed

Of their wills

Children of the earth

See not their worth

— Wasting their lives

In vain, in pain

— It is no surprise

Stillborn again

Another cig

I slump my head

This here soul

Mistaken dead

Maybe tomorrow we’ll all find a way to escape