The Dead Who Climb Up to the Sky

[Verse 1] Rise Weaponize yourselves Against the unseen Our world is a panopticon Greased and bloodied fingers Around our necks Giant evil bluecoats parading our streets [Verse 2] There is corrosion in the spotted wood desk that once stood where I sit It’s gone but I can see it as if it were the heron in my dreams following me every night on the shores of knitted roads, only staring I’m into this as deep as a silo I'm buried in the ancient grains gasping for air I'm unburdened when I finally stop I'm lonliness simplified into eternal dark [Outro] Hang them all Revolt now Kill them all Ripped into the dirty they fall