Recoil
When they pull the trigger they will feel only recoil
An elicited shrug, a body rejoins the soil
When I reach out I will feel only recoil
An elicited shudder, who among us were so loyal
Recoil, recoil
Drain the blood and burn the oil
Recoil, recoil
Purge the earth and salt the soil
Recoil, recoil
Drain the blood and burn the oil
Recoil, recoil, recoil, recoil
The muzzle flash, like empathy, does not persist past you and me
If you could find the strength to empathize, you could find the will to stay alive
But pity spawns of sympathy, and Death herself is not appeased
Crows are circling overhead, the other shoe drops; you're already dead
The waning days on a broken earth we toil
I gently squeeze the trigger, I will feel no recoil
When finally the serpent has begun to uncoil
Will you be here, will you feel the recoil