You thought it was over, it’s only just begun
Every day will be under the gun
Wait for the shot
Fear for the screams
This day has been the crushing of dreams
Hit to the system
Surge through the veins
Butchered by the shattering screens
Rust is in the corner of my eye
Blinding as hatred continues to fly
Thriving off what little is left of me
Destruction has become jagged and free
Crush of the crowd
Stomping of boots
You will be a powdered soup
Cut to the skin
Sting in the side
Manufactured terror will always arise
Rust is in the corner of my eye
Blinding as hatred continues to fly
Thriving off what little is left of me
Destruction has become jagged and free
Simon A Jackson - Writer 