Action Drum - Hanalei

Concrete veins and fast fiid chains

Stretch out on purgatory’s plains they are ruins still in tact

They are apathetic shrines

They are soul sucking traps

Under the weight of information machines and fabrications

We are crippled in mutation

We are bound to desperation

Billboards hang about gentrified graves

As funeral hymns float from the radio waves

Down on the street sleep walking in the night

Prisoners wither under neon lights

The patrons of starvation

Fall into formation

Collapsing in stagnation

Seeking synthesized salvation

Trembling in the venom air

With atoms spilitting in our ears

The hollow kings ex[ected horses hoofs

And now the silence sounds like hell

(fractured frames cannot confine us)

(empty names cannot define us)

Sky stabbing witching spires

Tangle their prey in communication wires

In the modern zoo denying their wills

On the brink of extinction buried in their bills

A catostrophics congregation

Built on failed foundations

Obsessed with domination

Destined for disintergration

Looking on from this awkward view

I feel helplessly sick and idealisticalyl construed

Writing manifestos in invisible ink

Torn and formed on the missing link

The drums of liberation

Will rise in orchestration

And the fuel of transformation

Will ignite from devastation