Antebellum - The Human Abstract

We fell asleep in arms that fondled our teeth

And sold them off to thieves

Now we sell ourselves around.

Only time will tell if stories like these will share the same fate.

Regiments of disconnects emerge in a moronic gentleman’s war

With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded they rise

The battlefields are colored with the ignominy stained creed

With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded

They rise into this world.

Kneeling and trembling before him.

We fell asleep in arms that fondled our teeth

And sold them off to thieves

Now we sell ourselves around.

Waiting on knowledge

Fed to us with a plastic spoon.

Consuming the scraps, of the mis"ed and deceased

With every word spoken today

Make what you will and understand

A typical feud nurtured, over many moons passed.

Regiments of disconnects emerge in a moronic gentleman’s war

With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded they rise

The battlefields are colored with the ignominy stained creed

With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded

They rise into this world.

Beyond the drought-worn hillside

A figure appears as the cumulus over us darkens

We look up to face our fears

And by the rise of his all powerful hand, he sets vengeance and proclaims:

«Follow me or be crushed to the depths of weak mannered simpletons.

You have nowhere to hide, bow before me.»

The regiment’s morale dwindles

As they stare at me I yell:

«As we perish may our blood that spills

Be not taken in vain, giving us eternal continuance.»

And as he slaughtered them all one by one

I watched from a distance

Waiting for the chance to raise my hand

«No more, will I be under your manipulation.»

I thrust forward

With my perceptive glaive

Gathering all my strength

Thou shalt now disappear

Bruised and beaten

Severed head in hand

The archetype has failed

We’ll never forget.

We fell asleep in arms that fondled our teeth

And sold them off to thieves

Now we sell ourselves around.

Waiting on knowledge

Fed to us with a plastic spoon;

with a plastic spoon.

Regiments of disconnects

With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded they rise

Battlefields colored with creeds

Their eyes, their eyes blindfolded

They rise into this world.