Static Reigns Ii

Adapt or be crushed there is no End to the onslaught now hear the sound Echoeing, a cast of thousands march backwards Drifting through without ever thinking Observing but never absorbing The consequences of this strange detachment Purpose lost purpose lost Onward louder than War time is a virus Static reigns supreme Listless functioning with no focus Another nail in another cross No martyrs are left to placate the baying hordes Hungry and thirsty they close in Repetition is the killer of men Embrace the futility of the situation So be the thorn in the flesh Of the previous Generation I say - repay Thorn in the side