Confederate (Part.2)

The dispossessed, impoverished Lost people with the mind set To disconnect and re-infect Their Fear, hate, faith we must defend Judgement day will dawn Our sins be washed away But the road is long But the crime outweighs Today the seas will rise Desolate, paranoid and fret Self-abandoned, the blinded Irrelevance the precedent The cost for thought or dominion and control Judgement day will dawn Our sins be washed away But the road is long But the crime outweighs Today the seas will rise Judgement day will dawn Our sins, washed away But what of the discontent The benefit of a desolate land A land of fear Free from thought, the seas are rising Ticking clock, the seas are rising Sleep the flock, the seas are rising Marching on the weak, they're, dying