Boxed

Looking through the window of mans dissolution
victors of the past become victims of the future
wading in the tepid waters of failure
seeing the result of our evolution

Cornered they sit boxed and tied with pretty ribbons
echoing cries racing through acidic air
blinded and angry, they claw at themselves
helpless animals caged and scared

Some reaching some falling, it comes to the same
nothing but fear can keep them at bay
nails dig in to bruised skin drawing blood
screaming inside, they'll never be heard

In unison they tremble, but are easily dissembled
they rip apart and forget they were ever one
a common goal, the same incentive
united they fall, divide and come undone