Impending Fall

Claw at the face of the ancients.
For too long you’ve kept us like mental patients.
Straight-jacketed without any hope of release.
Drip poison into our ears to numb out peace.
Twisted truth to lie until we cannot listen.
From this life we are completely missing.
Shells waiting for our time to come.
By then we are strung out, undone.
In service to your false gods.
We are used and cast out as if we are cogs.
Care is but a distant noise we cannot touch.
Senses overwhelmed by miles too much.
With mechanical guards exacting your wills.
They teeter on the brink of time to kill.
Fracturing futures as if morality was not a thing.
Unplug this misery before society goes sinking.
Damned to the seas that boil and burn.
Why should our descendants not get their turn?
To live, to love, to learn like we did.
Sever this cord so we might fix before this rig…
Turns to scrap and claims us all.
These masks won’t save you from the impending fall.