Caustic.
Hold your lashings, tone your language.
Behold what you create, in your triumph, in your nightmares, the world drowns in your wake.

Behold what you create, In your nightmares.
A backfire.
Their voices quake with fear.

Fear of regression and oppression gives light to modern inspiration, for a new age, a new day,
We've distanced ourselves from the old ways.

From the tyrants of progression, the view of wild imagination.
Identify the, "civilized" Ignoring the social direction.

We've stood firmly through the test of time. What is desired will soon be mine.
Equality will soon reach mankind. In time