Manifest

There will be fucking violence
Like none you’ve ever known
You will be brought beneath
Your walls of ivory
To within a cold stone’s throw
There will be fucking violence
There will be fucking hate
As there has always been
But who, why, and when
Will not be your choice to make

“The end” came years ago
You’ve just been too blind to see
You’ll inherit nothing
You’ll reap what you have sown
Narcissistic fucking coward
Fucking bastard

Burn page, cross out a word
“Binding contract”
But you just change the terms
At your own goddamn convenience
Time and time again

I will not grow old
I will rot on my feet
Hissing “war” under my breath
Till there’s none left in me
By the blood on my knees
By the skin left on my teeth
I won’t admit defeat

If you insist on standing for nothing, just drop
Don’t need you preaching from the pulpit
Of “hey, who gives a fuck?”
Conviction’s too heavy for you to bear, isn’t it?
This was never your fight; you’re not winning it
Fuck

A pound of flesh; an ounce of pride
And the scales read even to you?
Say it to my face
Say it to my fucking face

Spit in my face, piss in my eyes
Shit in my hands, say your goodbyes fuck
Murder my hopes, bury my friends
Tell me you’re sorry and start it again
Fuck you
Eat shit

At the end of this world
When nothing is left to destroy
Take hold of my hand
In your moment of judgment
And witness the infinite darkness beyond

No one’s getting out of here alive
We won’t go quietly into the night

Let’s watch this fucking planet rot out
I will not grow old