The final line
Time collides
Ticking down into a line of compromise
I tried
To sit tight while they try and preach their finds
It's fine
The lie of life can only seem to fantasize
Behind
Days full of restraint that patronize
Hard to find
A culture ripe of the blessed vine
Define
The mass of death lies in leaves and pine
Design
A faction of fear crossed with fraying twine
Behind
You're left to die
This world it follows
This world it swallows
Blame so softly
Father try
Blame so softly
Father try
Blame the heartbeat
Of genocide
Genocide
Hypocrite
The trees may struggle to hold our grip
Don't slip
My neck is tied up with Judas' kiss
The fields may shift on
This spineless system
Condemning sisters
For fashioned drifters
My name will live off
Of trammeled victims
You can never shed another tear again
In a world that swallows
A world that swallows
Blame so softly
Father try
Blame the heartbeat
Of genocide
Genocide
My name is stapled at the top of the standing
My body's cold but your eyes stay shut
Write it on the death note
Can you ever justify, making me testify
Write it on the death note
To disown, feel alone, tread this fate on me
Can you end the treachery
A shallow dreams on top of me
Condemn the lives of anarchy
A broken neck democracy
No
You are not one of us