New Order

Does the conscious really call
Does our compassion really know all
Can a broken heart really decide actions
When our minds always know the reaction
Our body's cling to the scars of these
Foolish attempts at love even when we say please
All we have left are the knifes and needles
And the feeling of begging for mercy
On our restless knees
Even in our darkest hours
Hours of need
We still continue to bleed
Bleed until all we have left are these
These memory's of sanity
Tears
Happiness now only remembered in every remark of profanity towards these
These broken dreams
These broken knees
I once begged for mercy and said please
But now i see a new gleam
Blood stained
Forsaken it may be
Ill follow it out of this tunnel
Into the light of the free
Free to pursue the madman's dream
To free society
From rationality
Love
Not a single non believer shall live to see
But that is a cost im willing to let be
Because in my new order
Only the dead shall live to see me succeed