The Birth of Tragedy

We are all fucking diseased…
A cancer rotting in these concrete tombs.
We built the cages.
We joined the chains…
Now we lie motionless in these cities our graves…
As soon as I opened my mouth to breath
I was choking on the irony…
There’s no salvation left.
I tried to find it in a lovers eyes.
And in them I saw this city ablaze.
The tragedy we play out… our lives burning.
Like the crosses we cemented on the hillside looking down on us.
A reminder of the disease that flows like blood through these streets.
This is the age of hate. no second chances.
I live a life of spite…
I made my choice and I will fight for my convictions.
I made my choice and I will fight for my beliefs tonight