In Your Wake

We all have an inherent body-count accountability Hanging from the gallows in your mind Side by side with sympathy Way back, deep in your subconscious Hibernating in guilt Laden realizations of all that we have killed And we say 'good riddance to their kind' Committed to the crime The bees are unimpressed It's all lost in your wake In your wake In your wake In your wake We are all flattering abuse, fighting sociopaths Ideological childhood peers, our indoctrinated graph [?] We need to feel for others, we have to care to survive So afraid to feel any pain, disconnected from my hive We say 'good riddance to their kind' Committed to the crime The bees are not impressed It's all lost in your wake In your wake In your wake In your wake And it only hurts When your heart beats Or you're hanging on to loss But it's far too strong Everyone that's gone... At last, it's all repressed Inside your head Inside your head, Inside your head, inside your head, inside your Inside your head, Inside your head, inside your head, inside your head You're next to hang The next to hang The next to hang The next to hang