hard to tell who's bluffing

The blood spills matched by the oil slicks
Missions out of control, you can detect that sulphur smell.
Everyone you see walking around in shock.
Every exit branching off into new hells.

The nerds of the nebulous say everything is fabulous,
Stabilizing; saying its nothing compared to ww one
A butcher shop , you get the idea from those silent movies, sheep to the slaughter house
deadly and symetrical, not like today's free form chaos that's mostly restricted to those born under the wrong sign of the sun.

Saying its, (the lie detector in their ticker does an unsubtle jump),
saying:We're more civilized now and the uncivilized have to be shown how.
The day to day drudges dream of clean rivers and suspension of their hurts somewhere over the hump.
And reassignments for sacred cows.

The body's armour has hardened on
There's a lot of crazies out there and hard to tell who's bluffing and who's bringing it on.