Crawling from the cities the filth chokes me to the taste, feeding the 
desire to destoy this culture that I hate, the daily inquisition, the fear 
that fuels our lives, sets each man against the other with the wool upon our 
eyes.

Chains [bad word] 
the weight of wait
under their wheels into concrete
face off the floor
rise up
retaliate

The razor blade infections out caverns deep across my skin
Reminding me of battles I have lost and will never win
There are no bullets here
These hands are clenched in fists
And the promise of another day is all that we have left

What remains here...?
Bowing to the dollar in their selfish church of capital
Where wealth [bad word] their bodies
Yet cancer fills their hearts?
Brother will kill brother in this stained-glass abattoir called 'earth'

My arteries are boiling with hatred undefined for this colonizing monolith 
that suffocates our lives
[bad word] [bad word] the head of this machine
Our hands will gut it's gears 'til their [bad word] cold and we are free.