A Vision; The Last of the Listeners

Burn the body.
Bury the victim.
Once the machine rusts, we'll kill it's owners.
Stomp the fire out that once claimed the forest.
Leave the dead to rest, or they'll lay us to waste.
Imprison! Imprison!
The future looks bleak
Decisions decisions.
Decide to break chains
Decide to tear down those walls that held hope in a room
If nothing's done right now, we're going to be dead soon.
Fight the way things were,
make them the way things should be.
Fuck the last generation,
we're here because change is a possibility.