SOPPING KNUCKLES TEAR THE FLOOR,
REACHING BACK TO AID THE STRAYS,
DROUGHT WILL DRY THE HATS OF MORE,
PRY THE EYES OF LUCID WAVES,
FIELDS OF DUST THE STALLIONS SWEEP,
FASHION’S CAVE EXCLUDES THE POOR,
THE STORM WILL COME DESTROY THE WEAK,
STICK TOGETHER THROUGH THIS WAR,
ARE WE HERE FOREVER NOW?
IN THIS “SOCIALIST UTOPIA”
A SINGLE RED ROSE TAKES CONTROL,
ENGULFING US FROM TIP TO TOE,
ESCAPE THIS PLACE IT’S FUCKING CRUEL,
THE HOLY TUNNEL LEADS THE WAY,
NIRVANA OR MARSHMALLOW SKIES,
ATHEISM ENDS TODAY,
RUN AWAY,
HIDE SOMEWHERE,
I THINK WE KNOW TOO MUCH,
DON’T LET THEM FIND YOUR THOUGHTS,
INVETERATE THIS SHIP OF FOOLS,
INSANITY IS AT THE HELM,
SET OUR COURSE FOR MILDER MENACE,
SHIT AND BLOOD STAIN THIS REALM,
SINK INTO FUNGAL EMBRACE,
ROLL ANOTHER STICKY MONSTER,
SPIT POISON IN THE MUD-STUCK FACE,
LAP IT UP A LITTLE LONGER,
SLOWLY FALLING, ROUGH AS FUCK,
SOOTHING SUBSTANCE; MUST CONSUME,
SEND US ON ANOTHER PATH,
ONCE AGAIN WE MAKE IT THROUGH,
HE WHO LOST HIS WILL TO FIGHT,
RETURNS TO BRING THE WORD OF PEACE,
GOD NOR FLORA SAVE OUR PLIGHT,
FUCKING PARTY LIKE IT’S ON A LEASE
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