Damsels and the Obscene

How far will she go into hell
They're shouting and cheering
The pillaging climaxes however unruly
Leaving her in darkness barely able to breath
Back to business and work as the entertainment ends

Far off the price of violence pays news crew costs
While you wait for the damsel in distress
To be yet again on the brink of death
Before somehow you perform the obscene
We the west accept the agony whatever price or cost

But now its time to go
Cleave march us forward
No longer will our agony pay your entertainment costs
Should our hearts continuously die to entertain
We are not a circus for you our western hated hopeful.... saviors

How long will you wait while she dangles
At the brink of the edge of forever lost
Its ok to watch it on a screen or in the street
As long as your hands don't reach out and touch
We lie to ourselves to comfort as the lust yet again triumphs
Like the evil in us we could never trust

You wait for the damsel in distress
To be yet again on the brink of death
Before somehow you perform the obscene
Fuck the western systems of bringing about conformity
Slumber forever the beast your aid is no longer a need
We walk into hell face forward justifying every fucking thing