War Cry - Outworld

Here’s to the mindless

Vacant and spineless

Forever hollow, they follow and feign

Cheers to our leaders

Slick elevated zeros

Packaged and plastic, they dance for the herd

Here’s to your boxes

Your paradoxes

Grasping at freedom, you buy a shiny cage

Here’s to religion

A world built upon exclusion

Scarred by illusion, you’ll always obey

And as I walk through the filthy streets

Where all I loved has died

I’ll raise my voice here into the sky

Now hear my War Cry

And as I walk…