My last supper was years ago Hunger and I go way back We like watching things burn And then making dark magic It’s tragic, really I know We still see ******* Where you see snow And sometimes When the dark closes in at night We still think to ourselves How much longer can this war, This war, this dreadful war Still go on without end Without hashtag or trend Before we realize it’s class And landowning elites And the company perks Who still count our defeats As a nation of states When there’s so much more human We have on our plates Grabbin’ guns Shootin’ kids Perpetuating the races We run to feel free From the gods who erase us With fury and fire With wrathful sin scorn Unto those who equate us Drop bomb gender norms Like it’s somehow ok To treat others as lesser When anything you can do I can do better My nevermore letter is gone like the weather And hers is much wetter when we are together Enduring the cold like two Soviet wolverines I am the West and the East still just wants to be me
In the lurches of subways In alleys I’m lurking In deserts I’m drilling My evil plan working And spreading like viruses Spending and spending and spending My envy To no more to gain Another man’s trash Is the throne that I claim And I treasure existence And covet the stars in the sky With oblivion Passions of panic and all I desire Is Amazon beauty to add to the fire To dare speak my name Costs and arm and a leg And a chemical conscience To think like my puppets You’d first lose your mind Than your shoes and your wallet Your nickel and dime And the scene of your crime Would be questioned And pondered through all the non-linear Moments in time And now as you still read What possession really means You come to see my value Only measured In your greed