Are we here or are we in hell
So unclear I can never tell
I just wait to hear the dinner bell

My fill of meat and of greens
Blood soaked steak and bloodier means
Food produced without break rough and lean

Nothing tender about ******* marrow
Something in a blender weeping tomorrows
Meal pink pasty guts in a feeding barrow

History made on the daily
Pandemics intravenously
Panic and terror in the citys
Red scare its war with commies
And what was that about the economy  
**** just hit me with the comet Haley

Six Six Six Seven Seven Seven Eight
Hit a spliff stayin even within infinite
Crucifix in politics they intermix
Bull session in recession in depression
Liberate Liquidate Lacerate

I am a product of the product lines
Born to be sold **** like Calvin Klein
Sworn to hold property above human life
So what's a felony what really is a crime

Sanction this **** blitzkriegs end quick
Fash is fashion peasants under siege it's sick
Cash stashin in the pockets of lieges and ******

No message no morals I'm just ******
I'm a vestige like our tomorrows we're ******

Haven't felt poetic in years wrote it all to shed tears

Well well its that time again
Afterwork losing my mind
Afterword nothing to find
Outside the pane is the rain


Watching as I fall behind the curve not doing enough
Shoot dice and put in no effort cause I'm lazy as ****
And its snake eyes again **** just my luck
Now its over and that's rough well tough

Unbelievable its getting worse
Guess that's life running its course
Entropy takes us all back to the source

Evermore and ever less
Nonsense is what I confess

Until there's nothing left

Split you face open and pretend its all okay
This is taste its okay atleast thats what they say
Keep it pasted on your face till the end of the day
Now stop ignore the big thoughts and the little ones too
Just stay afloat in the monotone, life is just a que
I can cause I know how to smile and now so do you

Sell crack said the president
Fall though cracks residents
Money over morals the precedent
In slums slaves rent the residence

Alt right rhetoric from a moderate pulpit
Or communist  heroics in the skin of a socialist
Pathological need to control peoples etiquette
Be any talking head that wears a crown tight
Power and control for the sake of it

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