Lost Plots Video (MV)

Never had it, maybe never will
Bane of my existence still
Hurdle towards the apocalypse
Taste of blood now on my lips
Never had it and they never will
Fight or flight is why they kill
In light of the evidence
Every breath feels like a risk
History repeats, the same old conceits
More stale refrains we're doomed to repeat
When the going gets tough, the tough cash in
What feels like loss is a chance to begin
Never had it, maybe never will
Bane of my existence still
Hurdle towards the apocalypse
Taste of blood now on my lips
Never had it and they never will
Fight or flight is why they kill
In light of the evidence
Every breath feels like a risk
The new class of caste, the same as the last
Our dreams of the future are flags at half-mast
A promise of hope for poor huddles masses
Is a corpse on the floor, a ghost in the attic
Never had it, maybe never will
Bane of my existence still
Hurdle towards the apocalypse
Taste of blood now on my lips
Never had it and they never will
Fight or flight is why they kill
In light of the evidence
Every breath feels like a risk
Angels in disguise, devils in the light
No life on mars, no help for our plight
Alternative facts and obscene acts
Lost plots, bad math
Filling the brackets is just another racket
Distracting ourselves from the parade of caskets
Set ourselves on fire and we supply the matches