Knife in the Safe Room - Darkest Hour

Call it escape to stay alive

Call it displacement with sunken eyes

When all it takes to reignite

Is separation of thought and sight

Drought flood bathing in blood

Sacred arrangement of god as a son

Drown any semblance

Of power of privilege of state

The plight of the sainthood

The harmony of gluttony and lust

The knife in the safe room

Without the business of death bringing glory what’s left

A celebration of blood

My arrow is true

Another self given wound

They all come from above

To kill everything that you love

Control and everything you know

Is in the life you left

Is in the life you hold

Back then you never see the head

Disconnected flesh disconnected soul

The unseen unfolds

Who the pariah heeds

The pariah holds

This is the confession

Of an obsessive former human

The only one who tried to stop

This world from consuming

And devouring itself