Consequence - Heaven's Cry

Your heart’s a mess

And your brain is under pressure

You’re in distress

The killing machine is grafted on me

You used to care

For the crooked as much as the loved ones

Stuck in this mess

Too many wheels

So many depend on your survival

How can you pretend?

You’re a lie

The killing machine

My spine is your system

Your vitals fatigued

The people are suffering

From your first breath

A mind game forever

A soldier’s death

For supremacy

Fight, inspire

Of what they made you believe was true

But smite and strike

Reserve the hold they have on you

The signs of time

Your own sense of emptiness

The mind, the line

When action leads to consequence

The wheels of impermanence

The illusion of self control

When your world is crumbling

The action to save your own

Finding your way

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