The power, it may be man

while they sit in their

gold and fat, and sweat

I’ll tell em all the   truth

they will call for

rope to neck, for blood

I’ll tell em all the   truth

I’ll tell em all          truth

And spit it out like demons

I’ll laugh

As they squirm

Then they laugh

“whats funny”

Then I will laugh harder

And I’ll laugh

And I’ll laugh

AM I DEAD YET…

no..........

perhaps now

if not now

Ever?

then what do you want with me