The Cuts of Lies

Russian Roulette

Every decision you make

Is there a bullet in the chamber?

For when the results end my existence

Life is at stake.

The powder is the cheers of the crowd

Enjoying the entertainment from seeing you fall

Standing like a skyscraper

Walking on the stains of your blood stained spot

Standing tall

Producing another future

To fill their hunger

The money they sow off your fallen

Ripped up and bleeding life

which they fail to even fix up with

Action over lies solving sutures.