Mourning the loss Of what we thought We would become As we were once
As history repeats itself We find no solace, only hell on earth To peer upon our actions and reactions as a whole As though expecting these circular motions To produce a new and different outcome Is by definition, truly insanity We must break away from comfort to be truly free
Moulting the spirit Exposing new and open minds To challenge everything And abandon compromise
Ecdysis of the stagnant Methods creating binding ties Shedding the skin restricting Progress in these turbid times
Never too late to embrace Changes for good To be what we want to see in the world To leave our pride behind us And advance To sever ties with all that we detest
When we relieve ourselves Of accountability to stand against The actions of others, we create room for monsters To relish in acceptance And stand at odds against us In a world without consequences Will we provide disservice to ourselves And be left completely defenseless?
Moulting the spirit Exposing new and open minds To challenge everything And abandon compromise
Ecdysis of the stagnant Methods creating binding ties Shedding the skin restricting Progress in these turbid times
Never too late to embrace Changes for good To be what we want to see in the world To leave our pride behind us And advance To sever ties with all that we detest
Be not the weakness adhering to reason Disproven time and time again Be not the weakness adhering to reason Disproven over and over
All these new instruments of terror A plague induced complacency In the frightened, blind, and without teeth Amidst atrocities and horrors Remain steadfast forever fighting back Abandon faith and revery For these things will not save you In these divine and writhing strands For these things will not save you You must design with thine own hands
Mourning the thought Of what we lost We will live up To what we become
Changes in our behavior Age of darkness, erasure And failure to stay above the rising flood And breath in the air that stings our lungs
Weak and wailing Beneath a failing Infrastructure Of stolen cultures
Hands are tracing And misshaping A future fading Unless something is done What will we become?