Use of a Weapon

In your city built with concrete and lies. We have

slaved away so lifeless. With every breath a

compromise. So sickened by your process and our pain.

Plague by the fear of a tomorrow, another day in vein,

we can throw all this away. Trading our sorrow for

sin. We can throw all this away.

For too long we have starred. For too long we have

fucking stayed so blind to every instinct as you paved

the way. So tomorrow we will take back every year you

stole from us, and every night silently desperate and

hopeless. Every dream never realized, and every tear

shed from these eyes.

We will sin and you will suffer. We will set fire to

your machines.

We will put life back into hearts and you will suffer.

We will run life through our veins and you will suffer.

Passion will be found in time, and your world will

fall behind us. Under your dark polluted skies, we may

live as the damned.

But our essence and soul and freedom will unfold. And

only in death shall we see the end.

For as long as the light of the sun still dances

across every sea. We will know there is something to

live and die for, and we will know every breath to be

free.