Men in the Chairs by Jeph

First

We will tangle with the chains

So freedom will be in the dark sepulchres

Then

We will ride on the back of kalashnikov

And grin ruin at them

There

They will flow like the thames

Bleed red like the Nile

Delight,

Eyes met them in pandemonium

They grope for life

Why

Will the toothed heart

Bite us?

Or

Feel the scalding innuendos

Songs of a burnt conscience?

Alas,

Its not a brand new deed

We are of yore

We bound

We kill

We still

We

Are the men in the chairs

We turn the tide of lives