Faded beyond vocalization,
Wrapped up tossed inside the corners of insanity,
I fold to your cruelty in order to breathe in salt,
Ice the wounds ice the wounds,
Alive in the hell of domestication,
It began with the cultivation of man,
Control thine mother, thy provider of  nourishment,
The sustenance befallen from between thy lips of greed.
Heed the warnings of derailment,
Scavenged by the succulent teeth of possession,
Souls gambled for corporate entertainment,
Role the dice, Role the dice,
Snake eyes trail in the falsification of capitalistic propaganda.
A new deck,
A new calling ringing from the line of sobriety,
Here now the declaration of one fool,
Too emotionally enabled to create,
Never to bow to societal expectation,
Lost to silent words of wisdom,
Burned in every cigarette that becomes embedded between honest lips,
Exhale the infection of doubt.