To set the scene... silence; cut with violence,
a young girl screams, then blue and red sirens
You're no one on a weekday, the hate haemorrhages behind your face
Weekend warriors come out to play only to be put back into place
I put you back in your place
Make no mistake your tongues on a tightrope,
when it falls you'll break
They walk as kings amongst men
Were just silhouettes of stereotypes trespa**ing in their kingdom
But you wont find me at your feet
I'll meet you in the place were life and d**h meet
Where justice is an obscenity
Where all traces of hope smoulder inside of me
At what point does blood boil?
Emptiness and boredom are a dangerous mix
Bite your tongue and become just another cog in the mechanics