Yeah well ten years from now
I'd be dead
I'd be dead and withered
Skewered, hair hanging wet from red wine
Eyes gouged out mouth eternally fixated
A wide O with small maggots crawling out
They say they hang the prisoners on the walls of their kingdoms
They hang mine between their index and middle fingers and dangle me
Up and down they clasp and release my head with their palms
Hitting me continuously on the cold dark asphalt
They hang their victims the same way they do their enemies
There isn't any way out because who knows anymore which way is east or west
And so, when you see me as you near your haven of freedom
Be careful to close your eyes shut
Hold your ears tight they'll fall off when you start hearing
The cries of those you step upon