Webs

Spinning these spider webs
the faults of our fathers
the burden of us all
in dreams we find our chaos
the morning after to erase
cause the demons to subside
so I can save face

will this be the end?
will we cave in disgrace?

We begin again
born through this sin
reincarnate our we
so we shed our skins

Casually creating
oblivious to reason
force fed our existence
reading pages from books that no longer ring true
burden our chances of freedom
burn our rotten souls to the core
we bare sins of our fathers
we share their score

Forcing direction
guiding us through our hollowed trees
born we sit in silence
in silence we will see

you call me friend and rape my heart
you read my hands and forced my start
ignorance suffered through bliss
endless...
in this...