Every Horror Every Day

What are you telling me
With sideways glances
And demure disposition to what I want to hear?

And what's the difference
If you stay sitting for another couple of minutes
With your needs written into slogans?

You're so much more honest than me
So much less of a joke

Consuming
Decaying
Reliving every horror every day
When you lay down to die
Will you forget the truth about the lie you lived?

Idle hands wringing your neck
Flesh crawls right off of the bone
Blood falling down from the sky
Tears falling down like rats run from the light
Silent genocide