concrete veins and fast fiid chains   stretch out on purgatory's plains they are ruins still in tact   they are apathetic shrines   they are soul sucking traps      under the weight of information machines and fabrications    we are crippled in mutation   we are bound to desperation      billboards hang about gentrified graves   as funeral hymns float from the radio waves   down on the street sleep walking in the night   prisoners wither under neon lights      the patrons of starvation   fall into formation   collapsing in stagnation   seeking synthesized salvation      trembling in the venom air   with atoms spilitting in our ears   the hollow kings ex[ected horses hoofs   and now the silence sounds like hell   (fractured frames cannot confine us)   (empty names cannot define us)      sky stabbing witching spires    tangle their prey in communication wires   in the modern zoo denying their wills   on the brink of extinction buried in their bills      a catostrophics congregation   built on failed foundations   obsessed with domination   destined for disintergration      looking on from this awkward view   i feel helplessly sick and idealisticalyl construed   writing manifestos in invisible ink   torn and formed on the missing link      the drums of liberation    will rise in orchestration   and the fuel of transformation   will ignite from devastation