Distil

This bitter pill, you did distil, to make us choke upon our words.

We kill more than you we need and will forever be starving.
Every decade our numbers will keep on halving.
Now wade down this razor river.
Occam knows us to be a quitter.
Trapped within these confines of our own making.

This bitter pill, you did distill, to make us choke upon our words.
Brought us back, continue to black out, for all our misdeeds.

All this pressure will see us suffer upon these burning shores.
Ground erupts and lava flows forth from these pores.
Stand our ground but its too late.
We have sealed our violent fate.
Caged within these lands that we have sundered.

This bitter pill, you did distil, to make us choke upon our words.
What we have left, leaves us bereft, drowning in our dying calls.

This bitter pill.
You did distil.
To make us choke…
To make us choke upon our fading words.