A Rebel

Sweat in my own apocalypse
Round two starts with the chest
Blood to my body upon the stained floor
Hands of progress dress my wounds with slow death
So I don't rot while walked down the isle


Shots heard as I hit the rapture
Winged being stolen last breath of life
Equality warfare withing my strength
Until swallowed by living death
Hollow I become ruins
Of a metropolis

Sweat shop conjunction
Amongst a city wide blackout
Blood droplets lead back to corporate
An enterprise responding to growth of power
The buyout ruled over the sickness completely

Shots heard as I hit the rapture
Winged being stolen last breath of life
Equality warfare withing my strength
Until swallowed by living death
Hollow I become ruins
Of a metropolis

And so I drift away
Serious about the miracle we're waiting for
So far off in the vast depths of space
Every sound now is calling me
A voice of equality
Presses my heart