Testo The Wounded Race

You pulled the plug, but this machines not electric. Made up of flesh, we become wounded but, in time we heal. The blood will spill, but will not, pour from my chest. We are, hurting, for so many reasons. Starving, with no one to feed us. Bleeding, with no way to heal. Killing, our own brothers and sisters. Wanting, to find a solution. Looking, in all the wrong places. Searching, for all that we long for. Hoping, that we may find an answer. We've done this to ourselves we only have ourselves to blame. Running ourselves into the ground. Let's turn this around. Seperated we are nothing, but together we'll overcome. The human race has become it's own worst enemy