Split apart from the start,
supercilious and super serious
centuries burrow in hearts.
Seven sins sleeping sound,
pride disowns the hungry hound.
We miss it when you're mean.
Evergreen gasoline,
the books attack us,
they're stacked
and against us.
But the drugs deliver
tranquil senility.
Cock your head, lock your head!
Cock your head, mock your dead!
Tangled questions learn to swim
drowning in antiquated ego.
Static channels music from long ago.
Crooked hands and cracking voices
guide with violence token choices.
There’s always smiles in our spines.
Love can be lies but maybe that’s fine.
The king's not sure his vision's pure.
He knows belief is gold and manure.
The altruistic anaconda..
Propaganda, propaganda,
paralyzing advertisements,
sterilizing aggrandizements.
Pupils trimmed in shackled fire
aiming at angels bereft of desire;
the horsemens' charges magnified
the lively cries that think they've tried
to shear the heirs of enmity
sworn to suffer destiny.
(Breathe deep for me, take the air you need, it’s okay to steal, never kneel, NEVER KNEEL)
