******* out all the cold coffee Burning out the last smoke Scrape that **** off your face, dull razor
Waiting on the next inevitable tragedy Bodies hidden under gravel heaps Don't have a plan to stay alive Get in the car, just drive Watch planets collide
Guerillas goose stepping through graveyards No stone unturned No concern for the collateral Make those bodies fall Your kids probably saw it all, pixelated, industrial
normalized
Justice cries as she walks the gauntlet of lances Begging forgiveness for false sins. The old women spread cedar ashes, the young dismember limbs