You dinna see it do ya?
Like rats in the walls.BIG rats.
Only NOT rats.
And the walls, you see,
Are society.
We're headed fer a fall my friends.
Better learn how to handle that gun.
But eventually the bullets will be too expensive to make.
And so our blades'll gleam again, in the sun.
It'll still be the rule of One.
He'll promise ya SUV's,
And condoms(latex free)
In short, society,
Industrializationized, sensible, tax(and conscience)-free..
But it's lies,
An economy based on dead byproducts.
Fossilized corpses as lifesblood?
There's a grave irony somewhere here.
He'll rise from the East,
Bearing a crown of Cold.
He shall ascend to power,
By promising the ways of old.
But we shall not let this happen alright?
We cannot fail this test.
Cull the weak, only the best,
To prevent the fall of civilization, the long, dark night.