In Your Wake

We all have an inherent body-count accountability

Hanging from the gallows in your mind

Side by side with sympathy

Way back, deep in your subconscious

Hibernating in guilt

Laden realizations of all that we have killed

And we say 'good riddance to their kind'

Committed to the crime

The bees are unimpressed

It's all lost in your wake

We are all flattering abuse, fighting sociopaths

Ideological childhood peers, our indoctrinated graph [?]

We need to feel for others, we have to care to survive

So afraid to feel any pain, disconnected from my hive

We say 'good riddance to their kind'

Committed to the crime

The bees are not impressed

It's all lost in your wake

And it only hurts

When your heart beats

Or you're hanging on to loss

But it's far too strong

Everyone that's gone...

At last, it's all repressed

Inside your head

You're next to hang

The next to hang