Oklahoma - Darkest Hour

Within a mechanical pose

And a heart pumping a need for control

Forced to fit inside a mold

Living to dehumanize is gonna take its toll

Take it in

And let it saturate

Under the skin

Until you can’t even

Remember when

You first felt the sinking

Feeling that

Something’s missing you

Traded for a gun

Did we inflate your sense of pride

And did it feed your lust for power

When you threw us to the ground

You took what’s ours and sold it back

Another day another dollar for this town

Your uniform made a perfect burial suit