In Cleansing Fire

Living in fear, dying in vain

Desensitized

Gasping for air

Fighting for life

Reaping a harvest

From poisoned soil

Stagnant; torn

In the name of corrupt ideals

Encased in glass

Allowed to exist

Thriving selfishness

There is blood on our hands

From the casualties of our own ignorance

Despite our so called progress

History repeats in cycles

The body count has become

The currency of power

Desensitized

We suffocate

Gasping for air

Encased in glass

We suffocate

The days drag on

The walls close in

Born into fear

To die in vain

Vessels to carry the pain

Living in fear

And too weak to fight

We’re complicit through our apathy

Dying for nothing

Everything will burn

In a war of ideals

This sickness will be purged

Everything will burn in cleansing fire