Black Limbs

They turn it on
I see them fall
Steal all their hope
It’s under control
Tv beaming hell
This is their world to sell
Probing, searching, distorting
Kill to protect the stigmatised
He will come
Burned angels
Black wings
Black lungs
This is the world that will come
It’s time to learn
Some things don’t die
It’s time to burn
Long-lasting lie
It’s time to shed
Your mask of rage
Black oily miasma
Swallow the poison
Kill to protect the stigmatised