Waiting on the inevitable, waiting in line for broth and bread
Mass bombing campaigns, civilian casualties casually cared less about
Please clean water, please rain, we're licking the rocks, eating our boots
The rats are at war again, tails tied together, consuming eachother
Nuclear holocaust, the very idea of vaporization, lives lingering as black shadows on a wall
.38 special, black and white, execution in the streets
They pumped their caves full of salt water, then diesel, then burnt them alive
Kamikazes were told to keep their eyes open all the way to impact
It makes me tired, all these pills, all these useless cigarettes
I want to go in the woods and dig a hole, never come out, grow my own rotten roots
Waiting our turn for things to fall apart, that'll be $19.95, delivered to your doorstep
The conch shell is shattering, a spattering of mud for the city on the hill
How many bullets, how many bombs, how many broken bodies
How long until we overcomes, how long until we see ourselves as a species, not a flag
A day in our dreams, currently it has wings, twists away in the breeze, good luck catching it

All alone in your root bound home,
bones buried among flowers and fragmentation,
tank track graves,
little spades full of holes,
it's all burning now,
oily black tar belching in columns,
weeds growing through ribs in the trenches,
lunchtime in the landmine field,
eyes peeled back puffing smoke,
a sea of palm oil trees,
a sea of plastic,
a sea of people screaming towards destination death,
peddle to the floor,
on collision course with war,
sorrow,
loss,
tomorrow,
all these little procedures followed,
doing our chicken dance for grain,
rooster ran over by the 711 gas pumps,
still kicking one leg,
bite the tongue that feeds you lies,
tilt your head skyward,
pop all those bones in your hands,
neck,
light that cigarette,
we'll  pay for this all one day

When the last ship sinks
When the last lightbulb burns out
When the last car dissolves into rust
When the last word ceases to inspire
When the polarity of society is paramount
Divide and conquer, devour your brother
Accountability redacted, values subtracted
Like the rat king, tails tied
Merrily tossed into the incinerator

We will wear our burning plastic crown
Black melting tears, dripping and smoking
A court full of jesters covered in jet fuel
Sitting on the stool with feet swinging
Eyes bleeding oil
Corrupted salted soil
Hearts of men on rolling boil
Blindly hurling ourselves into the rift
Emotions clipped, surgically removed
A fire is burning under the lake
The waves are washing us to waste
Last breath before the undertow

Throwing pastel darts into the heart board
Pulling up electric dandelions, watch them wilt
A small hole dug in the woods, soul in a glass jar buried
Carried to long, can't feel your legs under you
Ever present antagonist, burning charcoal in each ventricle
A pencil full of dreams shaved to scribbles
All the pencils bend in there
I never want to go back
He might still be screaming
you can hear it in every room

You sip from a bitter cup
Pills crushed up into dreams
The winning team writes history
Genocide viewed indifferently
No sympathy for the weak
If the wind could speak,
it would be screaming

Words attaching themselves to the inside of your stomach
Waiting on the acid to break down paragraphs and periods
Pull me into the damp grass, play doctor with your scalpel on my open liver
Shivering into seizures, lights going round like ceiling fans
All the best laid plans fall apart like sand if given enough time
Somewhere down the line we lose rhyme and reason
What was once considered treason ordinary fare
Waiting on the next solar flair, might bleach out my hair, my rotting bones