Peel Your Eyes

They control the air, They control the sky We can't stand how it feels to have a leash around the neck Grave is this day, heads bowed - ashamed We were more than this Biting at your shackles will not get you any closer to the end That you've created in your mind We don't have the time to waste on your ridiculous and convoluted Fucking fantasies of escape Stand, and breathe (Die) Recede, beneath We will march on the world that they've conceived And all the shepherds fall, the Herd shall taste beyond Set the scene, breathe in deep - Ichor to bathe the weak