Towards the one who took whole duty
Through her eyes, who became the object
As audience began to see all red
Beyond rhythm zero, the gallery
Reached having infuriated
Strangulated by their foulards
Bare insanity burst
Left to their own entropy
Lost their grip on compassion
Descend into hatred and oppression
Left to their own insanity
Lost their grip on suppression
Descend into wasted inhumanation
And one suddenly took the knife
Stabbing right between her legs
Hammered with the rose thorn only
As she mourns
Final one returned the gun, caressed finger on trigger
All that was vast the target, then jump just the near
No trace of fear
And the performance ended
Now it's time of resurrection
As she would stood up teared
Blood dripping from her neck
Vanishing confrontation taste
Walking for the ravenous
Nobody wanted to confront
Passive figure they abused that long
So damn long!
Passive figure they abused that long
Empathy had never been mankind's default mode
Empathy had never been mankind's default mode
Empathy had never been mankind's default mode
Empathy had never been mankind's default mode
Final one returned the gun, caressed finger on trigger
All that was vast the target, then jump just the near
No trace of fear