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Tomorrows Hell is Acceptable Today

Our kids will ask us... how we knew this was going on and let it happen.
This is a true story... imagine this reality... because it is reality.

The alarm clock crunches, same tune everyday
I awake to flea infested quarters... diseased decay
Torn sails for clothing, hardly harbor us from this winter
Oars in one motion, waves of slaves, ebb before inspectors
Off to work before the sun's shift, grunts wager keepsakes
"How many crunches?..." will this newborn's spine make
Under a man's weight, the alarm clock we're accustomed to...
Rhythmic, the crackle feels comfortable
They sat us down in rows, so today was special alright...
Traitors in our midst... brought to justice below the sky

I think back to yesterday when my mother left for the fields
She prepared cabbage soup for later, but I ate both our meals
She was passed-the-eye furious, a storm of fists rained down
Went back to work starving, collapsed, attracted a crowd
And now she's dragged out, before us all to pay the price
Unworthy of forgiveness in our Dear Leader's eyes
I'm not sorry... she's just competition for food
And if she's gone, I can go the days twice as full
And regardless... she must be held accountable
For conspiring against the camp, the gravest crime possible
Trust is for those that don't exist, to survive this life we snitch
And so I did, and she knows that I'm the one to benefit

Her eyelashes coated with dried tears and dirt
Look like petals unearthed from beneath a fire, mostly burnt
It could've been anyone today, him or her at any hour
It's the scientific act of plucking the pride off of flowers
I love her not, the feelings got, a sense of normalcy to it
The show begins, her screams punctuate the end of whips
Blood drips and then it sprints, soon as her tears get intermixed
She screams out that I'm a bitch, she'd see me with a toothy grin
If her eyes weren't swollen shut, I did it all for rat skin
They drag her naked to the noose, it's no secret what they'll do
As we sing out curses cause the guards find it commendable
The pole creaks under her weight, wind gives some semblace of life
Blowing her corpse in a soothing sway, it'll help me sleep at night

I'm the product of Camp Fourteen, I was born in this place
Flesh singed by Hade's face, with no concept of escape
There is no world beyond these fences, this is how it should be
My life is comfortable, well... relatively

In North Korea