The Lottery

Gathered all in a circle

It's Ritualistic

Just like before

They say to pick a number

To pick a color

But what's it for?

I'll stand by this tradition

Man my position

It's ignorance

Faceless into the mirror

I'm not convinced that I stand a chance

Please don't hurt me

I'll be

Your one and only

Standing here lonely

Watching you throw things

Fire fire away

Twisting

We're all contorting

While you keep sorting

Us in a line

Chasing

The warm embracing

While you keep tasting

The bloody wine

Blindly leading the blindfolded

To an outdated state of mind

The free will die

Live my lie

Make your body whole like mine

Please don't hurt me

I'll be

Your one and only

Standing here lonely

Watching you throw things

Fire fire away

One day this will end with a fire on your skin

The crowds will come in waves as the sacrifice begins

The banners will be waving in the ashes of your hell

The end is fucking now

Please don't hurt me

I'll be

Your one and only

Standing here lonely

Watching you throw things

Fire fire away