A Bloody Labor

The battle lines have been chosen

it seems that brotherhood’s lost

All the factions are frozen

a deep chill at a deep cost

It’s not north versus south

But rather neighbor versus neighbor

Former friends become foes

Civil war is a bloody labor

Civilization is vanquished

We rebel against ourselves

Its utter hatred and anguish

We gather together in cells

Utterly convinced that our tribe

Is in a position superior

To the group on our right

Whose supposition’s inferior

We glance a diminishing sight

Disappearing and drearier

We grasp at the fading light

As it dims in the mirror

We left it behind

Any hope for the future

And disconnect any binds

Leaving society looser

We’re too sure

We’ll prevail

And our opponents the loser

But sooner

Than they fail

We regret our ego seducer

Choose your avatar wisely

Because Your group is yourself

As we tumble from heaven

An descend with quickness to hell

The battle lines have been chosen

It seems that brotherhood’s lost

All The factions are frozen

a deep chill at a deep cost

It’s not north versus south

But rather neighbor versus neighbor

Former friends become foes

Civil war is a bloody labor

We the people

In order to form a more perfect Union

Divorce from each other

Evade, divide, it’s confusion

Drinking a toxic infusion

Of venom, pride and illusion

Intrusion drives our temperament’s

state of destructive diffusion

There’s no defusing this bomb

Because the wick has been lit

It’s just too late to refuse

That the explosion has hit

This is it

The troops are marching

Yeah we’re deep in the shit

Our fate is written

Our peril’s real

And all peace is forfeit

They’ll be no victors in this fight

Yeah There can only be losses

To the world we were the light

But As brothers brawl

And bodies fall

We’ll see the fall

Of the American night

The battle lines have been chosen

it seems that brotherhood’s lost

All the factions are frozen

a deep chill at a deep cost

It’s not north versus south

But rather neighbor versus neighbor

Former friends become foes

Civil war is a bloody labor

Every face has been made suspect

As We seek to detect

The faintest semblance of a foe

And as we seek to deflect

It has an effect on our souls

As we no longer respect

The rule of law

So We impose

Instead the law of the sect

We hunker down in our echo chambers

While Listening to familiar strangers

Tell their tales of many distant dangers

And pretend to be civil saviors

They distract and deceive

And we all clap and believe

Because we all have a need

To think it’s truth we receive

Don’t fall for it

Their all for it

Open your eyes while you still can

Because It’s from the wrong spirit

Still we all hear it

It’s from the spirit of man

The battle lines have been chosen

it seems that brotherhood’s lost

All the factions are frozen

Its a deep chill at a deep cost

It’s not north versus south

But rather neighbor versus neighbor

Former friends become foes

Civil war is a bloody labor