Survival Poem Lyrics

Held without expression
Multitudes lie fixed
To the temperament of state

Misrule shall be a weapon
Transgression of the heart

Lust for no allegiance
Casting down tradition
And the manacles of kin

Misrule shall be a weapon
Transgression of the body
Misrule shall be a weapon
Transgression of the mind

Instruments of an unyielding form
Circling in attitudes of coercion
Robed in coward's vestiture
Engine of a wanton regime
Instruments of an unyielding form
Circling in attitudes of coercion
Robed in coward's vestiture
Engine of a wanton regime
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Patience cannot be afforded
Patience is death
Strike while they're vulnerable, inconsonant
Preoccupied with the frailty of excuse
We'd die rather than witness
Enemies burying our loved ones
Our loved ones, our loved ones