Slave Beaver Revolt - Quiet Violence

You cast the first fucking stone
Spewed your shit
Pure conformity with their ilk
Corrupt; a tight fit

Feel the consummation
Of our wrath
Skin wrapped and split
Beliefs scattered hopeless

Be it the lies they've wrought
That bind their thoughts
Beckoned ire's wroth
Sunken and bloated sloth

Violence is all they've brought
Mangled by vocation
Split pillars misshapen by rot
Erred and mutated

Pariah, barbed fences
Concrete distance
The night, the silence
Feel the violence

No fucking identity
When the last rays
Of light get swallowed whole
By your gaping maw

This disease
Breeding disease
Quiet violence

Written by:
Aaron Mullan

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find