everything has gone to shit. buried deep. broken in. institution is a lie. community is a facade championed by our leaders. when will we see through this fucking shit? suits of blue. stained in red. the walking corpse. the shifting dead. look at the fucking pigs in white collars.
Track Name: Hopesick
there is a new dawn approaching, only the worst survive. this has emptied me. but now we have nothing to do with this needle, so we'll drag it through your corpse and leave it to the corporate dogs. and i swear we can watch them change. i swear we can make them break. what are we but flesh? what are we but faith in the damned? when there is nothing left, what is it that keeps you breathing?