Unmarked Graves

Crawling from the cities the filth chokes me to the taste,
 feeding the desire to destoy this culture that I hate,
 the daily inquisition, the fear that fuels our lives,
 sets each man against the other with the wool upon our eyes. 

Chains of comman
 the weight of wait
 under their wheels into concrete
 face off the floor
 rise up
 retaliate 

The razor blade infections out caverns deep across my skin
 Reminding me of battles I have lost and will never win
 There are no bullets here
 These hands are clenched in fists
 And the promise of another day is all that we have left 

What remains here...?
 Bowing to the dollar in their selfish church of capital
 Where wealth encrusts their bodies
 Yet cancer fills their hearts?
 Brother will kill brother in this stained-glass abattoir called 'earth' 

My arteries are boiling with hatred undefined for this colonizing monolith
 that suffocates our lives
 A bastard congration runs the head of this machine
 Our hands will gut it's gears 'til their blood runs cold and we are free.