Poverty Hymn

Shackled to misdirection
 Fingers contort, bent from despair
 Fallen victim to a calm, inauthentic and uneager
 Never again acquiescing
 Our blades invoke the sun
 Seeking heart or a bare throat to inaugurate
 Weapons born to caution the night
 Desperately hunt in the shadows of their pledge
 Shelter is myth
 Our blades invoke the sun
 Seeking heart or a bare throat to inaugurate
 Weapons born to caution the night
 Desperately hunt in the shadows of their plеdge
 Shelter is myth
 Keening voicе
 Singing hymns to the poverty of existence
 Cruelty is a gift from our masters
 Standing naked in the floodlights of transition
 Trying to stay warm
 Keening voice
 Singing hymns to the poverty of existence
 Cruelty is a gift from our masters
 Standing naked in the floodlights of transition
 Trying to stay warm
 A wound that cannot be reconciled
 Will swallow us
 Never take for granted what you have
 Crippled justice will be sacrificed as a lesson
 All compassion will be martyred
 Every flowering lost to time
 And a wound that cannot be reconciled
 Will swallow us
 Never take for granted what you have