Pack mentality, fear drives the herd The deaf leading the blind We cut out our tongues for aimless words and are mute when the thick yields poison fruit Talk to the clouds to remain astute It's coming undone I'm becoming unnerved Send down your wrath and split the Earth They will boast of progress but nothing will get better Nothing will change They will bleed towards the light But darkness seeps through They will cry remedy for which there is no cure Pray Harder