Sew my ******* eyes open
and never let me sleep.
Watch until my blues run red
and you've
shown me what's
to see.
Tell the story of your golden crown,
you platinum-plated ****
Let me know how brazen trumpets sound
when filling up
with spit.
It's not enough to hate you.
And it's not enough to cry.
Crying havoc through your perfect teeth:
it's much worse than a lie.
So lay me down on
5th street train tracks
where the old bums go to
die.
Then roll out on your cart of
golden coin
and break some toys.
Play the game of pampered princes
painted like paupers and ******
Zip that costume up and hit the alleys.
Catch a fix.
Or a "swift one off the wrist."
Tug my bruising eyeballs out
and lay me down to bed.
Awake until the red turns black
and your
mouth starts spit-
-ting lead.
Tell the story of your paper crown,
you hollow-hearted ****
Let you know how hunting hounds do howl
when crawling in
the muck.
_"You ain't nothin' but an *******
and _"I don't believe in nothin' you're
trying to prove."_ (The Falcon)
Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 12:09 PM UTC
Sew my ******* eyes open
and never let me sleep.
Watch until my blues run red
and you've
shown me what's
to see.
Tell the story of your golden crown,
you platinum-plated ****
Let me know how brazen trumpets sound
when filling up
with spit.
It's not enough to hate you.
And it's not enough to cry.
Crying havoc through your perfect teeth:
it's much worse than a lie.
So lay me down on
5th street train tracks
where the old bums go to
die.
Then roll out on your cart of
golden coin
and break some toys.
Play the game of pampered princes
painted like paupers and ******
Zip that costume up and hit the alleys.
Catch a fix.
Or a "swift one off the wrist."
Tug my bruising eyeballs out
and lay me down to bed.
Awake until the red turns black
and your
mouth starts spit-
-ting lead.
Tell the story of your paper crown,
you hollow-hearted ****
Let you know how hunting hounds do howl
when crawling in
the muck.
_"You ain't nothin' but an *******
and _"I don't believe in nothin' you're
trying to prove."_ (The Falcon)
Excerpt(s) Citation:
The Falcon. "The Fighter, The Rube, The ******* Gather Up the Chaps. Red Scare Industries, 2016. Various Formats.
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