Woke Dreams - Husbandry

Not gonna yield here anymore

The hand that feeds me leaves a bitter tasting tongue

I want to sever

Untie my leash, switch up the roles

You’ve got me under your thumb, better off not breathing

False promises all smoke and mirrors

Fill up your cup and drink at a seat worth stealing

I want to sever the puppet strings that keep me inert

Can you begin to face the consequences?

When you deplete the ones you should regard

Will you repent before we send a message?

Dragging the chains to get you where we want

All the king’s men will fall

With the down stroke of a gavel

All the king’s men, they fall

Line the lawless up

Not gonna play fair anymore

We’ve got a mind to feast on the hearts of traitors

Death riding in on a pale horse

Offer the wide eyed heads on a silver platter

Can you begin to face the consequences?

When you deplete the ones you should regard

All the kingsmen will fall

Poison arrow through the torso

We’ve come for you

On foot to storm the castle muddy and full of rage

Fight for what we were promised with tooth and nail

Not ones to be forgotten receiving end of pain

A battle cry to the wind we will not fail

We’ve come for you

The cities burn, the children watch a future stolen

Greedy hands leave nothing in the jar

Our crooked spines have given up under the weight of a system built to tear us

all apart

Renounce your fate

They praise the blue, the red, the white

But fail to notice blood stains as they pulled from left to right

No longer shadows in the dark

The monsters learned to feed you

Turning you from cohort to rival

Renounce your fate

I let the words crawl out my throat, but there’s no one here to listen.

There’s bliss in doing as you’re told, in kneeling

No resistance

Pretend no wolves are at the door

It’s much too hard to wake up when no one’s really in control

The script was always written

Bury my head, like I’ve done. Can’t tell what’s real from fiction.

Choose to deny that we are lost in who makes the bigger victim

I’ll stay inside, I'll lock my doors. Turn up the sound of the radio.

Keep what’s mine, take what’s yours

Won’t cross the lines, this is war