We hold a knife 

To each other's throats. 

Natheless expecting,

For the group to flourish. 

O flock! 

Where is your rationality? 

We are slowly perishing, 

Never to rise from the ashes;

From whence we came. 

Every holy day, 

We take partake 

From the arsenic of division.

Whilst we gradually die of asphyxiation.

No matter how much 

I try to pull away 

I can't disconnect myself

No matter how much

I try to numb myself

I can't disconnect myself.

No matter how much

I try. 

There is no disconnection. 

The honeymoon is long over; 

The fight has long been in progress. 

Back and forth we go

Fallouts in the camp.

We are but neonates, 

Rioting against ourselves. 

Unknowingly committing 

This slow suicide.