Do you know the glorious?
Do you know they breathe and live?
The strict attention that they give
Toward their compe***ion is comparable
To any dominant country that exists today

Not allowing their alertness to be distracted
While they take what they want
Your actions are useless
The appalled know not to question or act
Toward the glorious in a harmful manner

The result would disastrous
Either side you choose can be negative or positive
So I appalled walk away with their eyes closed
And mouths gaping open trying to take in each breath
They can as they walk away

They never question them
They never even think twice about it
And all we here is his born
You can hear him strain as the pitch retreats

Deeper into a gloom monotone note
There is a sudden silence which consumes the crowd
A second later faces start to grow old with age
Stress soaks eyes with a foggy coat of depression

Lips wrinkled as the air grows bitterly cold
I am running trying not to look back
Leaping over fallen bodies
And seeking shelter from this living hell