Cataract Protest The Hero (Ft. Michael Ciccia)

[Verse 1]
Death is callous, strange and sudden
A pious, indignant, drooling glutton
Whose hands are soft, warm, inviting
Whose desperate advances seem useless fighting
Whose ragged tooth should rip through flesh
Which marinates in rancid breath
How quick one turns to a violent death
When cowardice remains where courage left
And there's no guiding light to lead the way
Just rot declining to decay

[Verse 2]
The would-be hangman hangs its head
To find its victim not quite dead
But rising now from beneath the gallows
A driving force cuts through the shadows

[Verse 3]
Strike from the heart cut to the quick
With no remorse it’s politic
With crippling blows to the body and head
Drip by drip until it’s finally bled out

One moment defines a lifetime
No one recalls the crawl or the climb
Or the trembling legs that take the first two steps
Or the moment the lungs decide to take breath