XV. Forlorn Video (MV)

A prisoner of war, tortured
With no kindness nor empathy
Given only hate speech, doublespeak
Inquisition, and treachery
How long has it been
Curled up fetal, sunlight
Absent, a stygian corner
Of a feculent dungeon
All that's here is the forlornness of God
When generals, bourgeoisie
Big Brothers, and townsmen enter
Fists beat my temples and
Tongues percuss my ears
They claim there's never a place
Where their hands don't outstretch
For warmongering: they've always
Searched and battled over her soul
All that's here is the forlornness of God
Turn her into a whore or use as
A recruitment banner matters not
Only that she becomes the tool to bend
Civilization to a desired fascist state
Turned to a leper when I hoped to
Become a cosset
I'm prostrate across the threshing floor
Dim fluorescence appears like phosphorescence
Beyond the threshold. Isolation becomes
More torturous than violence
God, you're ever present
Yet senses bring no awareness
Where are you and your love
All that's here is the forlornness of God