...And through all our failed attempts
we still proclaim our opinions law

One small step into life and your taken
Taken by a storm of fear
You can't stop the fleeting of the years

I sing a song of myself through the gaze of Narcissus
A reflection of inert violence

As your average American crusading in the name of man
My reality is life in the backseat riding into foreign lands
In my million dollar box of regret, I'll spread disease to protect it
My reality is life in the backseat
Gorging on the blood of nations,
gluttonous as I eat myself alive

Heed the call of the Suicide Shepard, When they jump I know I'll follow
Is that our echo screaming down from the tower, now the martyr is your pilot
The Captain is in his quarters, the Navigator's throat is slit
A 7-mile stare with your eyes on the deep, feeding from their trough full of sheep

Proclaiming your opinions law

As your average American, always doing all I can,
My reality is life in the backseat, spiraling into the gyre

With me my brand old weapon
It's called my clenched fist.

By PhMetal