Hammer to the bone,
Pain to make the heart beat slow.
There’s diamonds in the water,
Drinking sorrow with a bittersweet grin:
There’s so much effort put into hate.
Tomorrow rests on a hazy sunrise,
What is to become of resurrected, buried lies?
We sewed our eyelids to the warning,
Forgetting the echoes of careless whispers,
Withdrawing into a false sense of security.
Break the cycle,
Burn the trail,
Systematic slave on labour’s golden wheel;
Giving heart to a brainless machine,
Apathetic and lethargic:
Not programmed for reality.