Broken

The velvet traitors warn of falling sky,
while fretting men beseech their gods in fear,
and freedom's angels crawl away to die.

The fight is lost before the war draws near.
The worminess infects both sight and spear,
when velvet traitors warn of falling sky.

Raw lies won't make the breathless blue less clear,
though sleeping souls with minds unwatched comply,
as freedom's angels crawl away to die.

To sinless days, predictable and drear,
the pharisees of form, in secret steer.
Their velvet traitors warn of falling sky.

The liberty of mind most men hold dear,
is pissed away by men who won't ask why,
as freedom's angels crawl away to die.

All dogma faiths are story based veneer
that dooms men to a path without frontier.
The velvet traitors warn of falling sky,
and freedom's angels crawl away to die.