Post Replica

Twelve Tribes

It's been said that progress
That progress is
The promise of annihilation.
Prayers will burn and war will be a sign
Of the end
Until no one is left
To medicate humanity of
The belief in the cure for the sickness
Which it taught.
We are
Held hostage in the name
Of self denail
Consumed by the grace of your god.
We are
Held hostage in the name
Rise and awake.

The perception of our hell
Is their sleight of hand.
Misdirecting our love
Into worship

Keep your finger on the pulse
'cause the vein has been cut
And the blood has become my religion

I've replaced the walls of my defences against
The unaffected god infested portraits of fear
And redemption

It's been said
That progress
Is the promise
Of annihilation.

Rise and awake
For this new
Offering

Rise and awake
For this new
Offering
If life

Rise for this new

For prison for church and for saint for thief
The opiate of our sacred city.
Mass media armed to the teeth
There is truth to burn and war in the streets.