Monotone - Sarea

Degraded, false hope

Some kind of tension

That suits our need

To feel misguided

A need to put things

Where they belong

System failure

Collapse of all

Became a horde

Mindless drones

Of no man’s land

Collateral damage control

High above the sediment

They sit on thrones of bones

Last in line still we sing

This empty monotone

Existence was never my own

We wave our flags up high

Scared of the unknown

Pulsating

We are the eyeless watchers

The man-made hate