Calling in Silent - Himsa

Here in somber a pale face of teenage waste shuns the young and buries the exile six feet deep
Freewill finds fury in ridicule and instability
Forced fed half said the benevolent creation 0 love and loathe the fixation so endlessly
Stipe the pride secured in its egotism clings to lips spitting truth absorbing agony
Hold out coercion will prolong the drama held inflictions beware of their return
Courage bestowed in the stillness sits sedated concealed when calling in silent outshine
Left behind interpid tone of a cutthroat youth left to find ways out of torment
Time passed first with engaging eyes now scowled browed with the closed fist of resistance
Grim days sweating hours of slowed misgivings spent cursed nights mending memories
From the blood that's split eye for an eye prelude to revenge
My war my way
Boy mudane knows where intentions lay filtered infection to brink of self destruct
Unsunge invasion of unruly tounge low stone cold bearer of reprisal
Prelude of the fatalist outshine voiceless retaliation
Who is really the lesser of two evils the kid still has his say