The Burden Without a Name

Torn from the womb
Ripped from the pure line
Inherited
And cast into gore

Mutilated
A descending sacrifice
Finally humiliated
And kept in pain

Call it a war
Call it a war
Call it a war
Call it a war

A full projected illness
And a push for every fall
Every demon leads the passage
Without motion it will crawl

A phantom reach the other side
Maltreated and deranged
From an ancient primate
To the son of a god

Sons of rejected
Of the bone and a malevolent call
There is light on the path that leads straight to the pit
You see scratch marks and nails and blood on the wall

The distant creator is no father of dogs
It's a barren and howling idea
Rebuke your god, rebuke your god
Provoked by the thickening blood

Endure what was never a choice
Through caves infinite to man

Replicate, replicate
Cells divide and multiply
Parallels of horror
Degenerate
By the barrel of a gun

Call it a war
Call it a war
Call it a war
Call it a war