Testo In The Wilderness... No One Can Hear You Scream

Mercy - victim of your own ego's creed, of your own postulation, maintain your pure design, your pride.
Too many punches pulled, iscariotic lips betrayal of your own words and actions.
Unmoving unchanging staggering inaction destroys their fables half-truths lies said masked be good intentions, their knives all hanging limp behind a brick facade.
Stand in line for possession.
Branded for watching feeling touching tearing.
Dignity is for the weak.
Mercy