Our Own Grave

My ever waking contempt for our sick way of life steals from me
any
Last hope for us as a species
To survive ourselves I watch us breed, I watch us drown in our
oily
Seas of greed forever lost...
time before the machine manufactured ideals pushed onus all
day a
Few shall dictate as we fall
Disillusioned I tear away all the [bad word] fed to me every day
Choking
As I'm smothered in the media
Swarms of pressured thoughts distorted [bad word] are your words for
me
Manufactured ideals pushed
On us all a few shall decide as we all fall disillusioned I tear
away
All the [bad word] fed to me
Everyday our world stands on its last withering legs and I
 [bad word] to
Find a reason to care
For your pained screams are echoed in the laughter of those who
seal
Our fate... they seal our fate
My ever waking contempt for our sick way of life steals from me
any
Last hope for... Survival of us
As a species lost I watch us dig our grave our own [bad word] grave