They Riot

In hell I
wonder
Where the Angels that fall
lay
In an abattoir for days?
Weightless
Born without disgrace
Broken
Down by the haste
That
We've come to accept as faith
Needing
More than we deserve
Buried
My dismay, at the sound of being
Dishonest
I sway to the captors of my ear.
Listening
And blessing me with all desperation
Heed
My warning, you don't want
What's coming

We all know the Devil in
disguise
Preying on sympathy and defiance
He plays,
that plagiarized sound of good fortune
When
It comes to supporting your tainted
thoughts.
Oh the mourning of passerby sins
He
Begs for the lack of your inhibition
While
Swooning the tides in your favor again.