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Bard Jan 2022
Why is everyone so scared of violence
Yet crave death and its silence
Living in constant pain and compliance
Never going on the offense

Someday we will die I'm sure
They will never find the cure
All we invent is the means of more
We live atop our means of war

Life gone by ones own hand
Gone into the timeless sands
In this the strangest land
No thoughts of a stand

No peace and no war
From shore to shore
We devour the poor
Like cattle to the abattoir

No different is **** and man
Until one takes a stand
Stop the nooses strand
And strike at the hand

So you would die for nothing so why not die for something
A fight is coming the blood and oil keep on pumping
I wanna see it pouring from the necks of those Oilarch kings
Death to them death to you death to me death to everything
Don't actually guillotine your kings or do we're in a mass extinction baby have some fun
Bard Jan 2022
I don't love you because I don't know how
Sorry I met you but I didn't have anywhere to go
I know you have to go I know it was just a dream

And hey if that's how it is then it's just business
Take the time and move the finish line its endless
I paid into a hit list oh god what did I witness
Here's to my continued financial success. Here's to my future financial excess. Here's to my eventual death.
Bard Jan 2022
Maybe the real treasure was the money we made along the way
Bard Jan 2022
One dollar to my name and I need a million or more
**** this collar its all the same the boss gets the score
While I act like a ***** for a dollar and stay poor
I welcome death at my door I'm hollow to the core

Hollow to the core longing for nevermore
Empty eyes they've been dry for a year or more
My heart is sore and still life takes more and more
Only option only path my only choice is to end, or...

Struggle to survive walk on and act like I'm really alive
Yeah, like I'm really alive aimless I've missed the time
It's like these rhymes I make they wander listless across the line
Maybe me and my suicidal friends are just a sign of the times

Anti depressants like water and **** like the air we breathe
Loss is always what comes after seeds are planted in earth
Reap the young **** us cause the old have need for wealth
Can't breath buried by bills tossed away if we lose our health

Looking at my till with more cash than I'll ever have
Breaking my will patch it with the stash in the cave
Work till the day I die I know for sure I am a slave
Misery is sold cheap these days its the new wave

Drowning, breaking hearts, while the markets break the chart
I mourn the loss of innocence while I commit evil just to eat
Criminal thief and dealer but I always made that rent
I grow colder my veins icy all the way to the heart

Nowadays I invest in blackrock even as they steal the future
To poor to not play the stocks heal finances like ***** sutures
But its more like I'm locked in stocks while wealth laughs at my fears
If I don't succeed than I can only hope my face will be graced by tears
Only twenty three and I feel the depth of years
Bard Jan 2022
**** I think this might be the end
Do you want it, do you need a hand
Applause ****** and roar across the land

Take the hand and bite chew it up and ask do I spit or do I swallow
Lost in sound all night threw it up in a mask taste the spit and bile

Hey stop whats that sound look whats goin round
its ashes to ashes and I keep falling down

The abyss screams at me and I scream silently
No seams left to bust everyone watches intently

Will he stay or will he go
The thread frays when will he die
Its okay no one will know
Bard Jan 2022
rent rent rent die
Bard Dec 2021
Eye on the prize but I won't grab it
Brains been fried on a skillet
Loaded up with fire on a pallet

On the way down with the face of a clown
Doom in the town death looms all around
Why the long faced frown what have we found

Blood in the paint and I sip it
Mud in the joint when I hit it
Ash in the vein and I slit it

Mirth and merry in a brazen bull
Flesh is scary we'll flay the fool
Hope is scary we'll pay the toll

On the way down with grease painted faces
Darkness unknowns without any traces
Flying straight down like four aces

Tents gather as permanence  loses its moor
Sold it for two pence and went on tour
What a joke to have hope anymore

Hatred for the old gods, god I hate them
We sprung from their ***** and it began
Inducted into the circus right then
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