Dissonance

Lyrics for Dissonance

Driving the pack, from the rear, with a trumpet, with an axe. Driving to the Precipice, windswept and wet with starving neglect. Eternally carving my cause On a landscape that's blighted and scorched. I'm blighted and scorched with the Truth, we don't listen, we shoot, from the blindside. It's a landslide, but in Hindsight, I thought it was easier. But it's all much too late to turn back, I Must face an eternally fateless way in a place where my orders echo my torturous Ghosts. In a space with no windows, I'm counting the touch. All this time to Reflect on my crimes to humanity. I'm screaming profanities, just give me a Chance to start over again. I confess, yes, I'll do it again.