We roam this land like a blood thirsty serpent, Striking down the people we deem to be a threat. Withered strokes from a twisted rope of thorns, Bloodied hands cling to mechanical gears. The machine is churning out its next victim today, Watch as it turns and begins grinding them away. The sky is falling and I couldn't give a damn, I hope it reigns hell and clears this land. I want the seas to swallow us and wash us away, The sky's to open up and pull in everything, As the ground opens up and everything sinks in, The sky is falling and I just can't seem to give a damn. Sweet serenity amongst chaotic times.