Mixing metal shrapnel
With my ******* powder.
Reality; lost its handle.
Death; surrender Your power.
Listening to them
Is **** at gunpoint.
I only follow him,
The rest burns in my joint.
Pigs squeal for your green,
Or to join them in their stye.
Surrender to greed?
I'd rather die.
Ill swollow the hollowpoint
Rather than society's pill.
Burn the faces of the coined,
Resist the demons on the bill.
Fight with me.
Bleed with me.
Die with me.
Victory is ours,
No matter the outcome.
Monsters by the hour,
This is what we've become.
March Forth.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC
Mixing metal shrapnel
With my ******* powder.
Reality; lost its handle.
Death; surrender Your power.
Listening to them
Is **** at gunpoint.
I only follow him,
The rest burns in my joint.
Pigs squeal for your green,
Or to join them in their stye.
Surrender to greed?
I'd rather die.
Ill swollow the hollowpoint
Rather than society's pill.
Burn the faces of the coined,
Resist the demons on the bill.
Fight with me.
Bleed with me.
Die with me.
Victory is ours,
No matter the outcome.
Monsters by the hour,
This is what we've become.
March Forth.
