Drowning

We're all crawling to the beat of the mass march

Our good name has been dragged through the dirt

Blood freaks need another victim

The dead god wants to take on the world

But we are living in a simulacra

A copy of a copy of a previous set-up

Cold War, eternal, justified Slack

Or the nuclear remittance of our souls to the wrack

Frail, old, and weak

The local warlords are repeating their plots

They're full of leaks