Life killers.

Edging towards an oppressor
multiplying unnecessary pressure
keep pushing, like their trying to test ya

              So..

Let the psycho run through
blood, smashed glass, look what the devil drew
lie there gasping, now what you going to do?

Back to the wall
take the eternal fall
or, kill 'em all
now, answer that, satanic phone call.

Making space.

Reach out the hand, a helpful act
but notice how the good get the sack
while the blind turn their backs
solo riding, upon the wrong tracks.

Making space, a descriptive name
playing with lives like a board game
came for aid and they increased the pain.

Escape, search for an alternate destination
with a higher employed expectation
instead of a distant observation
of other peoples damaged limitation.

Just be.

Cease the march
weapons grounded
play the part
heavens founded