-This is Not the Way-

Pure words spoken from dirty tongues
A history they never authored
An experience said, not done
An embellishment that’s unfathered

Preach a false supremacy
Allies become enemies
Existence becomes a free for all
Leave behind a legacy
Your epitaph on everything
As the guillotine begins to fall

Disfigured imaginations
Corrupt definitions of beauty
To disguise these machinations
That will become all consuming

Preach a false supremacy
Allies become enemies
Existence becomes a free for all
Leave behind a legacy
Your epitaph on everything
As the guillotine begins to fall

Dull is the blade
Tied to a weathered rope
Sharp is the pain
Once the head starts to roll
The words remain
Unsilenced, upon the air
The message is the same
In death, declared
This
Is
Not
The
Way

Preach a false supremacy
Allies become enemies
Existence becomes a free for all
Leave behind a legacy
Your epitaph on everything
As the guillotine begins to fall

Dull is the blade
Tied to a weathered rope
Sharp is the pain
Once the head starts to roll
The words remain
Unsilenced, upon the air
The message is the same
In death.

A soundtrack to the apocalypse. Guitars and drums required.