a rusty cage won’t stand any strong strikes walls will collapse from unruly loud cries the blood boils in the veiny hands the people is full to the throat with your cheap twaddle
the blood boils in the veiny hands the people is full to the throat with your cheap twaddle
you will fall in this hole…
huge nets, suffocating ropes that you weave for us all the time you bay us into the filthy stables like a herd of sheep
you will fall in this hole will absorb your shit all out
there will be a new dawn the decayed souls will be holed with rays will blind your tricky and nasty look driving you to your own hook
you will hear moans, feel your knives by yourself like with concrete our lungs are filled by your hands