Sphere
 
We've all gone mad mom
And know that dad's gone

Worse than bite the hand that feeds
We corrupt life, design suicide seeds

We vivisect you glibly & casually
Lost memory of you & our history

You who only ever gave
We entrap and enslave

Upon your flesh we spread machines
Separate joints, tear you at seams

Strapped you to cosmetic surgeon's table
Failed by false prophetic vision and fable

Even your tear ducts we have tapped
Conscientious reflection lost, lapsed
Swallow down lies of trading & caps

We spill your blood from iron arteries
Causing cancer upon skin and other maladies

Your once great breath we've made to choke
Leaving electronic sunsets occulted by smoke

The life you once radiated reduced to radiation
Insufficiently some respond with solitary meditation

The needles are in your veins
Unneeded are your remains

We leave what's left of your corpse to rot
Concerned solely with the sold & bought

Too few try to rescue you from this utter hell
Too many aren't trying, most already fell

There is no hopeful end to this story
What we've done to you is not fixed with a 'sorry'

It is shameful and sick what we have done
To play Russian roulette with a fully loaded gun