There they are again, depraved and craving
Sweet water down their little tubes its like
The tentative guise is paid and waving,
Rearing its blackened
filthy
*******
face
Spitting down my spine
All it can be is
The Certain Death, where there is no glory
and there is no day
Here its
Just the microseconds
To catch your breath.
To **** those ***** children that play
Fill their skulls with air and there lungs
With mud, they’ll become gasoline
And we’ll capitalize on their blood
Cement their eyes encrusted with sludge
Birthed in the bacteria, the animal’s flesh,
And all that there never was;
A time, a reason, or an infinite Sun,
All eyes on this fleeting speck of dust
Feel it in your bones
And only come
if you must.