Artist: Hobson's Choice
Album: Indivisible EP
Genre: hardcore / newschool
Year: 2010, Selfreleased
The wreckage of humanity has been strewn across the land,
And now the hour of desperation is at hand,
We the maggots feed off the dead, seeking solace in a bed of broken glass
We bleed infected water, beneath bright skins of polished steel,
Through empty, yearning, starved and frustrated hearts,
Which long for risk and reason,
This is a standard and sterile half-life to lead
Empty facades conceal slow decay,
Within these new dark ages which breed discontent,
To give up all hope to see the dawn,
Reveals a victims face beneath the veneer,
Struggling to show that it's been wronged
Led astray by the myths of the father,
With ancient wounds often ignored,
Fighting for scraps from the table,
While slowly we rot on the floor,
Struggling for balance, amid these unholy lies reflecting terror and chaos.
We are born into suffering, with constructs, icons, idols and eyes,
Which manifest and forecast our fear of our own demise,
But on the eve of the apocalypse you can burn these words into my flesh
We are the tortured and insane disillusioned and mundane, unknown and unnamed desperate and enslaved
And we want something more
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