On My Command

On My Command
The feeling is slowly dying and I'm sure you all are too
Dying to watch the adventure slowly drift into nightmare
I don't think that this is what anyone wants at all
But there's only so much that us humans can do

There's another solution that remains forgotten yet
There's something waiting unthought that we are yet to try
There has to be, it's out there, to be polite is not to be brave
To be fixed is not to be patient but enslaved to rot and die

Survive, scavenge, revenge we seek, it achieved nothing before
Perhaps anarchist companionship is the answer after all?
Pondering won't solve these problems, we're better off fighting
It's not the best but it's better than everybody slowly dying

The feeling is humid, suffocating, I know you all are too
Starving in this cramped labyrinth that we're stuck inside of together
I don't think there is a way out of this at all
Helpless, the closest I can come is to protect you forever