The Dormant National - Sarea

Break out

The sickness spreads and we rejoice

The fall of government is how we come to life

The horror, the colour

Our future is bright

Inception, redemption

Multiply before we starve

And so it begins

The culling, the rapture

The total loss of hope

Now we hold on to what we used to know

We lack the means to grow

We are so cold, lacking the will to push

Something’s gotta give

There are people hanging from the trees

You see the people taking pictures

You believe

You’ve seen it all by now

We have no self-control

The dormant national sophisticated whore

False control, sense of hope

Calls you out, shows your throat