Thrashatonement - Mantic Ritual

In the corridors of institutions

There’s a putrid smell

Of rotting minds

That beg for something real to hold

Instead of processed

Useless lies

Mothers whore their weeks away

As daughters learn

To do the same

As years wear on, we’ll see the day

When numbers take

The place of names

This is the force that marks new breath

It’s thrashing death

It’s thrashing death

It seems that in a place so free

The price for words

Are hardly such

So sick of trendy censorship

So I can’t speak

You’re made to suck

Perceived as dirt because we think

To know there’s something

Truly wrong

Gun out the thrash and bang your head

Bullets tonight

Ten million strong

Thrashatonement- Burning in my eyes

Thrashatonement- For every wasted life

Their standards work them to no end

So that the mind

Cannot roam free

All conversations sound the same

Everyone is the

Same to me

The creative souls that aren’t tamed

Are quarantined

And locked away

The stats quo suits them fine

But only grows them

Crooked spines