FUCK ICE 3 (Iron Fangs) Only the hands of desperate cowards Cling so tightly, grasp this hard Until every life blurs into one Until we are the faces in the crowd When it takes six pathetic slugs To murder only one of us They have to know their days are numbered And coming to the end

I mourn at a crossroads But this is the thousandth crossing Just this week

Justice may be blind But rest assured she knows your face Every cowardly contour As you mask your cruelty behind the law Beyond the powered halls And powdered wigs of men with slaves Men like war wait in the wings To swallow your entire being Vengeance be thy final plague For those consciences gone cold For those shadows left to cast Gallows you have built yourselves Truth will flow from open mouths Torrential instead of meted out Melting pot made boiling now Know that verdic

Existential, astral pleading Cast asunder, crying, bleeding Aching, praying, here decaying Dark, descending, cable laying Transatlantic, start to panic Scripture's truth, with heart Satanic Diseased, disturbed, fatigue completed Replete, redacted, and depleted Resource lost, hidden cost Paint with doves, but hurt like war Wounds recited, secret, idle Lined with hands still clutching idols Engine stalling, hell is calling Collecting souls caught up in falling Frozen coast, unt

How much more righteous I would be Coming on black-tipped wings With eyes that shine with mourning With sword red-tipped with wrath How...

On and off again during my life there has been the feeling that things are about to combust, fall apart, or all come crashing down....