The grinding wheel

A sermon raved

Of hate and desperation

The streets all paved

In pain and decimation

Towers of rot

Inhaling corruption

We

The chosen lot

Embrace the disruption

Caught under pressure of the grinding wheel

Empathy is lost when there is nothing to feel

The dead are talking

Spewing disease

The dead are all walking

Walking with me

Just its nature

To subvert and repulse

Undermine the structure

To writhe and convulse

Caught under the pressure of the grinding wheel

Empathy is lost when there is nothing to feel

The dead are talking

Spewing disease

The dead are all walking

Walking with me

They whisper their secrets

Into the wind

While they laugh and mock

Behind skeletal grins

Far under neath

The crunching of bone

The gnashing of teeth

The grinding of stone

Caught under the pressure of the grinding wheel

Empathy is lost when there is nothing to feel

The dead are talking

Spewing disease

The dead are all walking

Walking with me

The dead are crying

Crying for me

The dead are lying

They’re all lying to me