We are smothered in fiction and forgotten in reality
Baptized in tears of blood
Surrendered to the consistent blades of a corrupt society
Shrouded by clawing hands
Each representative of disingenuous scars of your wrath
Hidden from your detritus ways
Plundering alone in a corrupt civilization of tears
Bleeding your swells of violet

We are one but we are many
Lost in the shallow waters of anarchy
Splicing the veins that direct us toward heaven
Linking those that bathe us in the runes of hell

We are desolate plains of nothingness
Beseeching the will of many
On the emaciated hearts of the few

We triumph over prosperity
Dining on your callous attempts of leadership
Spiking your capsized lectures into the depths of damnation

We are few but we are all
Testing the murky waters of humanity
Pillaging weaker hearts as we move along
Signing our name upon the desperation we reap
Singing of victories yet to be sewn
Lingering in your moment of frailty
Concealed in conservative strength

You remain hardened by us
Blaming yourself
Man is not the heart of all evil
We are where the evils lie
We, the fallen