Fit For An Autopsy - The Colonist

Where does the setting sun go to rest? Go to rest?
The darkest days come and go, they never seem to end
Inhuman, inhumane, inane existence
Barely existing
Surviving
Reviving a world that has been dead for years
Blood sweat and tears
Disinformation and fear
We carry on like we serve a purpose
Just a decaying gear in a machine, built to destroy itself from the inside out
Bleeding from the mouth, calling out your name, carving out your hate
Alone and breathing, the same stagnant air the rats exhale
Pushing through the waste, the shallow graves
Hoping to find a cure to cleanse the filth of the human race
Expose the skull
Leave the brain and pray it never stops dreaming
Expose the bone, leave the heart and pray it never stops beating
Failure is not an option, it's the only way out
How long until it crumbles? How much longer can we last?
Do we even have a choice? Or do we stand a chance?
We place our faith and trust in the hands of heartless fucking liars
So we can sleep at night
And hope we never wake up
Never wake up
You can't control us all
You'll never kill us all
Failure is not an option
It's the only way out
You can't control us all
You'll never fucking kill us all

Written by:
William Scott Putney

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