I′ve stepped inside a world, I don't know

The sky′s not quite the same anymore

Dead stasisBurnt pages

Fabric of society torn

Condemned either way

No cells, no chains

Resistance is buried like a secret to a grave

Face down in the dirt again

What's to gain from being the last one standing?

Cut the limb and not the tourniquet

So now it's understood

We remove the deadwood

Pulled apart from all sides

It never took much to divide

Can′t find a way to detach

So light the fucking match

Never been the first to cast a stone

But we′ll torch the fields

Where their seeds are sown

Like moths to flames

They all burn the arcane

Constricted, complicit

In how we're detained

Face down in the dirt again

What′s to gain from being the last one standing?

Cut the limb and not the tourniquet

So now it's understood

We remove the deadwood

Burn it down

Raze it all to the ground

Every last one

I felt the weight of a soul in my hands

And I′m starting to understand

They're all dead weight

Transcending this hell unscathed

While we fight for the scraps thrown away

Parasites and sycophants

Bleeding you dry

Face down in the dirt again

What′s to gain from being the last one standing?

Cut the limb and not the tourniquet

So now it's understood

We remove the deadwood

Deadwood