The Justice of Gnashing Teeth

Chaotic voices scream in frantic tongues A savage din reaching from primal dark Red frothing rage consumes the hearts of man As if ordained to kill by hateful hands The shining city's lights confess its truth The living ruins boast of myths disproved Its gaudy glow can't hide its dark charade Hungry torches for the next Crusade Walking the worn path Onward, oblivion, the oldest face of man Inside, they all know Onward, oblivion, the oldest face Hatred The reliable refrain Raze the rags of civilization All at once retreating Tribal warfare thrives In the ashes of the world Walking the worn path Cast away the chains of enlightenment The truth for all to see Onward, oblivion, the resting place of progress Sacrifice your convictions Dominate your cherished virtues New skin stretched over faded leather Old refrains survive generations Their songs, we sing We studied all their failures And gasped at all their crimes And centuries past the primal rage that lingers deep within our weaker moments, An ancient language from a dark and twisted time Still speaks its ageless violence Vestigial tongues somehow survive And now, where have they fled? Bright-eyed champions of peace? Gone are those better angels Here we have familiar beasts And now, where have they fled? Here we have familiar beasts And now, where have they fled? Here we are familiar beasts The justice of gnashing teeth Chaotic voices scream in careful tongues A savage din filtered through modern thought Red frothing rage defines the worth of men So gladly led to kill by nature’s hand Walking the worn path Onward, oblivion, the oldest face of man And everyone knows Onward, oblivion, the oldest face Sacrifice your convictions Dominate your cherished virtues Every era thinks that it is different Until it sees The broken bodies at its feet