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