We Make Noise to Silence Children’s Screams

A babies crying beat, expose its inner hide
A hollow sound with “Quote un Quote”
Acoustic sounding vibe
We have been programmed to walk and never miss a beat
But dance with the devil
Cause Christians only sing
And it’s hard to sing along
When the mass speaks in tongue
I’m lost in translation
But can’t find the script
(It’s all in your mind)
Like an abstract acid trip
Chemically produced
Over spoken word
Absurd
TELL GOD I SAID HELLO



The noise may drown us, but we breathe on.
Locked behind these doors of wood and glass, may contain us, but we breathe on.
Gods forgotten children play in the schoolyard, rust and nails tear our flesh but we breathe on.
Faith is an empty notion when doubt is a mindstate, they may mold your mind to meet their expectations, forever changed, never releasing the repression deep within, we breathe on.
The children run through the halls banging buckles on the lockers, someone will be at the head of that mob, covering, cowering, fighting to keep the steel fixtures from tearing away thier humanity, the boy lays there limp, flesh swollen, and mouth bleeding, can you feel his passion, the boy is forever changed, but he breathes on.
Snickers and laughs in the chapel, the pastor holds the attention, now everyone stares, looking at him as if he is the devil...and he breathes on.
Now a man, no more than a boy, no more than the same blood spilled a million times, for a million smiles, forever changed, forever scarred, forever pessimistic, cold and calus his heart beats, but feels no pain, no joy, no happiness, no sorrow. The boy has grown waery and weak but yet has the strength of a man and a mind thats weathered the storm. MMedication, Sedation, Meditation, Masturbation, repeat till death.
Life is a mystery that left him back in the hallowed halls of the house that man built for GOD. Its a shame that the footprints left in the sand didnt show children in tow.




Cease
Purge the evolution of the pig
Purify his soul are you kosher in the eyes of Christ
Create a thought
So we can drown it in our holy excuse we call life
Cease to believe and become filth
You’re a thorn in my side
A crown of lust we’ve created
A miracle in the making
Sarcasm
Were you faking
Satisfaction was your payment disguised in satire
A pun of an excuse
Created to confuse individuals
Word of mouth
A scary fucking scenario
LOL
It’s hard to commit silence with your mouth wide open
So paint a picture with your corpse and title it incomplete
Your only half the man you use to be
GOD HELP US