i am the robots

The Choice

Scarlet fountains of chaotic shades
And darkened openings created from switchblades
The sadness that controls this societal dissaray
We feel the need to pray to make it go away
The encrusted souls of those in the past
Have only the time to finish in second last
Trust that they won't overthrow
Trust that they will never know

Violet rainfall crushes boulders
Like brightened seals upon our shoulders
More pride and belief than we could bear
A second homage that we should share
The encrusted souls no-longer lost
Broken free from their shell of frost
Let us hope they'll overthrow
Who cold think they would always know

And so you see the times have changed
From black to white, we've not stepped in grey
The chaos still in between exists
But man's true nature will always allow this

So we're beckoned by a scarlet skyline
And threatened by the darkened cloudline
Unable to make a choice
Unable to raise a voice