Left Hand Assurance

We were sent by the core of the earth
 To find a light inside her chest
 A judge, impartial to our purpose
 This fire bleeds from her neck
 Circuitry with no distinction
 Centuries after the blood seeped through
 Now I can't be
 Now I can't just be the face of the hopeless
 Now I can't just be the face of the disconnected process
 She will burn from mistakes
 She will burn from the salt and ashes
 She will burn from mistakes
 She will burn for this
 She floats inside every pattern
 We have take more than needed
 I am the machine built with no hands to choke
 Why must we bear the sins of our forgotten fathers
 Discourse runs deep in me
 She breaks her teeth on dreams and concrete
 Dragging oil beneath her feet
 I'm the son of a god, of a king, of a man
 Who wrote the verses from the books they burned away
 Danced around it in arms of bondage