Critical Affliction

He's watching you
But who's watching him?
In all this blood and thunder
The void is in us all
Enlightenment drug through
Bitter irony on the wind
Bleeding into the gutter
Feeding the rats growing fat
From the trash

His face you cannot place
But squirms inside your belly as you sleep
His bestial inclinations
Seep through the cracks in the city street

Tears turn to mud
And slow the steps of good men
Humanity within your enemy
Twists the hilt, turn the target within
What men will do with a gun to their head

Headlines read, “Cursed Before Birth”
Bled from the womb

I cried out for God
But God was not there
Just the echo of me
And the stench of the street

One man convinced another
To attack a third – sympathizer
Protested honestly, lost his teeth
Accomplice prayed to paranoia
What a man will do with a gun
To his head

His face you cannot place
But squirms inside your belly as you sleep
His bestial inclinations
Seep through the cracks in the city street

Headlines read, “Cursed Before Birth”
Bled from the womb

From the bottom of lungs
Across lips, malignant rumors
Like the breath of the city
The filth of primal instincts
Pumping rot into the breathless
Trampled victims crying “Save us!”
To their masters
He looks down at them
And whispers “no”