Incubate

Lies that you created
 For too long inside they incubated
 Overgrown and overworked and overzealous gone berserk
 This time that we have wasted
 Special made like wine that we had tasted
 Never ripe and never good your purpose so misunderstood
 This time
 Is mine
 Grown to be inside me
 Will it leave or will it breed
 This hate that we've uncovered
 Every path is leading to another
 Built inside as anger cried and can't forget that people died
 Still blind to human faces
 Sympathy cools fast with random traces
 Constant brewing racing back and multiplied we fear attack
 This time
 Is mine
 Darkened greed an empty seed
 Still indeed we've all been freed
 This case
 Constant state forever
 Daily task in numbness we persevere
 Yet to teach a way to reach yet with remorse we stay the course
 And charge as once conflicted
 Must persist and yet we are restricted
 Once again enough to send a voice to choose as anger brews
 This time
 Falling back
 Risk attack
 All is hate
 Make us wait
 Recreate
 Incubate
 Overworked
 Gone berserk
 All is waste
 Had a taste
 Never good
 Understood
 Anger brews
 Time to choose
 Recreate
 Incubate