A generation of instinctual $$#assins
A lifetime of human deviations
In a place of confidence and adulation


A world you now realize, has deceived your every thought
You listen in detail, the prevalant screams

Emanating through the vacant halls!!!

You sense the tranquillizing

Feelings of accomplishment
Yet this personal ritual means death


In the eyes of those that have manipulated our very minds!
Reprisal is instinct a form of survival
Placing their darkness in veil


As death comes life fades
Where bullets fade soak in

Their unmerciful passion honed for you... this time

You're doubting your own convictions

Skepticism greets your fading thoughts
As you are thrown into an unmarked grave


On the verge of your passing
Feeling the damp cold soil penetrate your
Bleeding wounds blanket your


Crippled, cramping body
As you discern your killers

You realize your certain mockery

Of honor demands death

Reprisal is instinct a form of survival
Placing their darkness in veil


As death comes life fades
Where bullets fade soak in
Their unmerciful passion honed for you... this time


You're doubting... your own convictions