Blood, it’s on my hands
I can’t get cleansed from death
It’s all I see (my body’s prepped for)
War, the future state
Immortalise my hate
A broken mess (my mind is full of)
Rage, blinding rage
Pointless pain, silenced
White noise surrounding me
A voiceless plea, no end in sight
This cancerous plight
This cancerous plight
I’ll silence your voice
Deceptive rhetoric
My violence, your choice
It’s ornamental
A torrent of will
A sense of ridicule
Placed on a pedestal
It’s ornamental
Sorrow and joy
It’s ornamental
Violence for all
We’re ornamental
These broken bones and twisted nerves
Gathered and framed, no sense of shame
These blinded eyes and empty veins
Gathered and framed, so unashamed
I cast a die and wilt away
From things that I could never be
It’s always hard to see
And we bite the hands that feed until
We propagate our misery
I place it on a shelf, out of sight
Whatever helps you sleep at night
I’ll silence your voice
Deceptive rhetoric
My violence, your choice
It’s ornamental
A torrent of will
A sense of ridicule
Placed on a pedestal
It’s ornamental
Sorrow and joy
It’s ornamental
Violence for all
We’re ornamental