| this is the final chapter |
| we’ve come to stem supply |
| broadcast what you would censor |
| display the blatant lies |
| we’ll crush what you would stand for |
| release what you would hide |
| we are the conjoint answer |
| we are the hive |
| so lock your doors |
| and we’re break them down |
| hide your flaws |
| and we’ll seek them out |
| faceless faces in a crowd |
| we will strike you down |
| block your lines |
| and we’ll burrow in |
| hide the truth |
| and we’ll flaunt your sins |
| a battlecry, for the here and now |
| we will strike you down |
| denial of service |
| deceiver of purpose |
| the surface is scratched |
| and the lines are blurred |
| infecting the network |
| in corners, as they lurk |
| behind the guise |
| of the mindless herd |
| lives under watchful eyes |
| jagged horizons |
| fate waits with a severed tongue |
| punctured skylines |
| dark stars and an onyx sun |
| focus, concentrate |
| feel where they will strike next |
| let them all play worker bees |
| for the queen that lies in rest |
| tighten the strings on the marionette |
| there’s power if they want it |
| just make sure its near the nest |
| targets to rubble |
| questions remain unanswered |
| forcing salt into bleeding wounds |
| and where you hide |
| we will find you |
| no remorse from the unthinking womb |
| and are you happy |
| is it all you wanted |
| to scorch away all that the harvest yields |
| and are you happy |
| a king of nothing |
| but empires of empty fields |