It's always how it's been, Since the first breath. The flower that blooms damnation Makes the world unfurl its pain. Separate the roots, Rip out the very core, Only to find that we're not different from you. Something must change for the sake of our future, And everyone we pass it down to. So we'll see, Who survives the forge of flames. So we will see, Who will make it out alive. Doused in gas, And strike the match. Burning and searing. Guilty by association. Up in smoke the harder I choke.