Allochiria - Thrust

rage in scattered souls struck by lying hopes

rage kept suppressed enough to burst but yet remains

where's his rights?
where's his life?
where's the dreams he was making before all this?

let it out
and fight without
security of fate made to wipe you out

rage in neighbourhoods you wouldn't dare to live

tried
failed
struggle has fed them but they don't win

facing ground
life ran dry
all eyes on you
until the 7th day

and thousands cry
and thousands break
until the 7th day

no human, no

there
is
no
atonement