The day will come when it all catches up
Turning your graves' dirt into mud. Leaving the blood underneath, instead of above
Dying, slowly dying, beneath all of the weight, from the amount you would pay to feel artificially safe
Cold and hungry, deprive yourself
Leaving behind anyone who cared
Begging for one more taste of relief, even if that freedom's masked in deceit
Father, can you hear all your children screaming your name
Can you see that every that you've spent has wasted all away the same
You did this to me
Left to fend for myself
Your fleeting hell, leaves me blistered, and broken
Dying, slowly dying
Is this all a dream
Or has this become your reality
Dying, slowly dying
Everything that you see is becoming a distant memory