Revolution Decimation

X marks this day in the darkness, but within its view
 The blood from my boot lace garotte comes clean in a gutter wash
 Middle aged wretched whore
 Faceless, nameless, penniless
 Lying down, rictus twisted
 Extinguished from a long misery
 Sleep comes easy this night
 As a gear in life shifts
 They will emerge from the metal caves
 Punishment's mystery revealed
 The day of XX waiting they come not
 Choose they, to ignore? Or does it not know?
 Fear turns to anger... Turns to hate
 Revolution Decimation
 Something is furious... It's in us... It fears us
 Feeling the blood, oh, the blood
 A useless, nameless old man's blood
 As he drops, I stand waiting they do not come
 Like a stone, does it not see? It makes me hate it even more
 XXX the will to kill reality the final decamp
 Winds of variance; Rising force blood lust for invincibility
 A garotte turned to a poniard and now a gun
 Revolution Decimation