Every Horror Every Day

What are you telling me

With sideways glances

And demure disposition to what I want to hear?



And what's the difference

If you stay sitting for another couple of minutes

With your needs written into slogans?



You're so much more honest than me

So much less of a joke



Consuming

Decaying

Reliving every horror every day

When you lay down to die

Will you forget the truth about the lie you lived?



Idle hands wringing your neck

Flesh crawls right off of the bone

Blood falling down from the sky

Tears falling down like rats run from the light

Silent genocide