On And On

Drowning in the waves dead weight in the water digging our own graves. In the preservation of order no safe ship we just drift further digging our own graves living in disorder. Concrete socks pull us down to the seabed in the grasp of tyrants and the evil they have bred and I can't relay the despair I feel shed tears of rage with every breath they steal cogs keep on turning wheels gyrate shackled by our own fear and reliance upon the state. But its in our hands...