Static in the marrow of the hive
Thousand tongues all fighting to survive
Spitting fire thats never seen the flame
Different mouths but every word the same
Clawing at the dying of the sky
Selling minds, teaching them to lie
Volume up but meaning naught but dust
Noise is loud, but the words are unjust
They’re still talking, nothing to say
Still breathing, bleeding it away
One by one they run from the fray
Or it’s fresh blood they’re wanting
Now there’s nothing left but decay
Turns hollow by the end of the day
A thousand strong remoulding clay
All that shouting, all that display
Numbers drop like flies in frost
Every leader, every cause lost
From a storm to a severed thread
From a chorus to the nearly dead
Strip it down, what do you see
Witches and a pyre of mediocrity
There’s nothing else I can be
Who’s up for burning with me
