Twin Zero - Static Reigns Ii

Adapt or be crushed there is no
End to the onslaught now hear the sound
Echoeing, a cast of thousands march backwards

Drifting through without ever thinking
Observing but never absorbing
The consequences of this strange detachment

Purpose lost purpose lost
Onward louder than
War time is a virus
Static reigns supreme

Listless functioning with no focus Another nail in another cross
No martyrs are left to placate the baying hordes

Hungry and thirsty they close in
Repetition is the killer of men
Embrace the futility of the situation

So be the thorn in the flesh
Of the previous
Generation
I say - repay

Thorn in the side