Old Wharf, Chobba - Systemic Abuser Lyrics

Systemic abuser
Humanity slowly becomes a myth
Our house is on fire
Yet we refuse to deaden the flames
We walk around just passing the blame
Dare not look back in fear of the shame
Another breath is a lifetime of pain
Human life we cannot sustain
Breaking our backs to ensure
This world falls flat on its back
In our mess it can't endure
A life that's dead and obscure
And after everything is said and done
We're left staring down a loaded gun
As long as I'm allowed to breathe
This sense of dread won't leave
Forever one with filth
If I cut my throat will I be freed?
Will I be freed?
Our Oceans are burning
The skies begin churning
Our children stopped caring
Through their lack of learning
It's just confirming
A plague is returning
This world won't keep turning
For death we're all yearning
Just another fucking warzone
Another disaster homegrown
Sit you down, six feet deep, you don't deserve to speak
Nail your box I'll light you up we are a hateful breed
So now I'll pick my deathbed
The one that's stained in red
Laced up with knotty entrails
A harvest of man entails

Systemic abuser
Humanity slowly becomes a myth
Our house is on fire
Yet we refuse to deaden the flames
We walk around just passing the blame
Dare not look back in fear of the shame
Another breath is a lifetime of pain
Human life we cannot sustain
Breaking our backs to ensure
This world falls flat on its back
In our mess it can't endure
A life that's dead and obscure
And after everything is said and done
We're left staring down a loaded gun
As long as I'm allowed to breathe
This sense of dread won't leave
Forever one with filth
If I cut my throat will I be freed?
Will I be freed?
Our Oceans are burning
The skies begin churning
Our children stopped caring
Through their lack of learning
It's just confirming
A plague is returning
This world won't keep turning
For death we're all yearning
Just another fucking warzone
Another disaster homegrown
Sit you down, six feet deep, you don't deserve to speak
Nail your box I'll light you up we are a hateful breed
So now I'll pick my deathbed
The one that's stained in red
Laced up with knotty entrails
A harvest of man entails