[ Monster ]

Not tonight, I’m so tired

I just want to lay my head upon this pillow

And pass away into a dream

That lets me rest within a meadow

I have warred since my creation

With doubts and fears and trials

And I have failed to take the time

To cast a deaf ear to these echoes

Chanting, as a ballad

A ferocious battle roar

Where soldiers, rushing headlong

Are lost and nevermore

All amongst destruction

The aftermath of war

Blackened, muddied soil

With the stench of blood and gore

And I, the wearied artist

Always painting of this picture

Tormented by the details

That always seem to linger

The sands pour into a desert

Yet time has not a victor

Just a grain upon another

Until the burden is a vigor

The frailest of foundations

Where I have raised my home

Just to crumble into nothing

Leaving me alone

Yet who am I to judge myself

As this is all I’ve ever known

The Empire of Destruction

And corruption of the throne

Stories all immortalized

In support of crafting doctrine

Where legends form identity

Leaving truth forgotten

And we are raised for fervent praise

While never knowing caution

Embracing of a system

That is nothing more then rotten

Just following the course

A history of violence

Marching in delight

To the might of this alliance

Blood and sacrifice

As our unquestioned guidance

While the soul writhes in shame

We’ve come masters of compliance

We never think to question

We never take a stance

Only rioting in street

When it serves to their command

The State and our allegiance

Raised into a brand

A system of corruption

To which we all have offered hand

This Holocaust of history

This genocide of honor

This hostile society

That only seeks to conquer

And what do we really expect

Having only ever offered

This hopeless, lifeless, loveless course

But to be raised as monsters

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