Lions In Slumber

Blood on the street
And we are locked in
The smell is sickly sweet
We are not safe
Banging on plastic windows
With plastic knives
This is the state
Of our modern lives

Addicted to the taste
And we are sleeping
The taste is sickly sweet
We are not safe
Whispering in our ears
The mantras we believe
The is not our choice
We can never leave

Blood in the street
We’re the lions
Lazy sleeping
Till awakened
Stirring restless
Hunted in our dreams
Craving violence
Craving violence

Everlasting the shadows casting
As bodies lay in weird angles
Cutting through fences in protest
Of the lies they’ve entangled
Push away our plates just to see
Our ribs protruding
Breaking their jaws just to stop
The bastards colluding

We’re the lions at their door
We’re the fist in the cement
In protest of the abuse they commit
We live our life defiant

Shunning our desires
We’re the gasoline
On their fires
As society wrecks
We’re the guillotine
On their necks

Blood in the street
We’re the lions
Lazy sleeping
Till awakened
Stirring restless
Hunted in our dreams
Craving violence
Craving violence

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