artist Byron Murray

A generation of genocide, forced to grow in a world left to die, with no choice they wait for their deaths, our so called love is insignificant.

How can you feed them to the dogs, how can you see there's nothing wrong, are you blind or just a selfish fool, you will find ignorance will not spare you.

I know your kind, obvious though you choose to deny, you say you'll be gone by then, if we don't act now we all face our ends.

This is the end.

As I walk these streets I see a void of soul, these kids today have abandoned all hope, make your judgements - you have no right, they have all been left behind.

Why even try in a temporary life, their dreams have already died, nothing left to decide, in the generation of genocide.

A generation of genocide, forced to grow in a world left to die, with no choice they wait for their deaths, our so called love is insignificant.

The sun is too bright,

but keep looking straight,

just close your eyes.

If you were given the knowledge to begin,

the ending of where we as a people fail,

do you call upon the ending of sin,

or do you drive the last nail?

I can feel it, I know you feel it too.

So reach out for your vice.

Punch it in,

turn it up,

drink it down.

From the obvious you hide.

Reality blind,

distorting your life,

a state of mind,

cannot save you from time.

The sun is too bright,

with ignorance by your side,

you'll keep moving straight,

until you catch on fire.

That rage in the child's eyes exceeds his years,

taught by his mentor the great magician - you claim it isn't there,

the castle crumbles and you can't see beyond your fears,

replacing the dream of life with a living nightmare.

Children raising children, the great plan is failing, no longer are the fittest surviving. Pick up and carry the weak, feed the sickness - leave the hungry to bleed. The brutal sacrifice our fathers could not see.

A mind led astray, eventually to waste. An existence much like a plague. A sickness designed to duplicate. Multiply this population. Ignorant will find absolution. Blind leading blind - self righteous retribution. Stack the bodies in the fire - burn this pollution.

Breed and falter - conception of fire. Dead to the world you stand your ground. Bleed the hopeful, no time for that now. Cold as a machine you burn it down. Cold to this life, a heartless machine, you burn it down.

Messege recieved, you'll stop at nothing. This disregard to be, conflicts with sanity. Where've we gone wrong - the sanctity's gone bad. You're too far gone - the race has gone mad.

Breed and falter - conception of fire. Dead to the world you stand your ground. Bleed the hopeful, no time for that now. Cold as a machine you burn it down.

Children raising children, the great plan is failing, no longer are the fittest surviving.

Breed and falter - conception of fire. Dead to the world you stand your ground. Bleed the hopeful, no time for that now. Cold as a machine you burn it down...

Down.

Down.

Down!