Famine

Mass borborygmus Wholeheartedly hollow  Cavernous  Sometimes the truth is hard to  Swallow Starved of compassion Devoid of empathy  Strike the match  Set sail toward iridescent seas Eyes pried open The few who starve us all Toss the match As we watch the hammer fall A grumble from the depths A mass of hungry souls No longer wanting to be  Slaves to these crafted roles The masquerade we know all too well Under illusions confined in our cells Hypnotic hymns lull us all to sleep And this life's but a dream  Famine Tossed out in hopeless abandon Damaged A fractured image Famine Starved of the truth This hunger remains Beneath the charade  Our essence we reclaim  Waltz to these dissonant hymns The mass media spins Serving you your next dish The table is set Silver plate full of shit A forked tongue silhouette speaks  Bon Appetit Starved of compassion Devoid of empathy  Strike the match  Set sail toward iridescent seas  Eyes wide open The one who starve us all Toss the match As we watch the hammer fall Scraps of what once was A grim ever after  Absent of joy Absent of laughter The light shines through Satiating our deepest desires Evisceration of the illusion of separation We feast on authenticity The Mask Slips Broken faces smiling The jig is up The veil lifts Collective vision  Rooted in unity Fine dining At last we feast A grumble from the depths A mass of hungry souls No longer wanting to be  Slaves to these crafted roles The masquerade we know all too well Under illusions confined in our cells Hypnotic hymns lull us all to sleep And this life's but a dream  Famine Tossed out in hopeless abandon  Damaged! A fractured image  Famine Tossed out in hopeless abandon Damaged! A fractured image Famine