You always said the mutation
Would fix itself
Now we are sifting through
Tumours and scabs
Oceans of rotting distractions
Twisted appendages cling
To the ground
The future is dead
Faith was a matter of prospect
All that we gained from fooling ourselves
Well I'm coughing up
Guns and bleeding out children
Lidless eyes that never lose
Focus gaze into the sun
The future is dead
Lost amidst the hills of
Useless mutant limbs
Organic failures
Born of sewage rot
Red meat survival expires
Mother will kiss
Mother will breed
Mother will kill
Mother will clean
I am a unique despair
Justice is sick
Justice is weak
Justice is thirst
Justice is grief
Sick is the sun sick is
THe sky sick is the earth
Sick is the sperm sick is
The womb sick is the birth
Sick are the crops sick are
The streams sick is the day
Try as you will
Try as you might
No-one can take this away
The future is dead
Twisted before you in chains