One Last Gasp

Building up a bullshit scene wading through this stagnant 
Stream mannequins still claiming to believe fleece and 
vacate fossilized parallels now polarized,the record's been
 forever falsified sainted snakes now saving face ancient 
cadence keeps the pace revolution wasted in the wake all in
 vain the movement's turned up missing,every word spoken of
 change. Defeated by our actions and with every step we 
take we take with us a purpose,we are slowly surely picking
 up the pieces.
LOST FAITH
killed everything you've made.
IN SIMPLE THINGS.
somewhere along the way,goose stepping through a dead 
routine.