In fiscal flight from the ravenous cavernous
Orifice asphyxiated form
Washed in wolves blood, sterile and pantomimed
Parting in parts the trial of the worm

Sew the lid closed, cough and spit into your palm
With charitable charms and
Slap the bad mans wrist, insist disarm

Do the math, the path, it's a narrow one
It led me down to a cold and shallow grave
On my tombstone I read the epitaph
"Here lies a man who lived and died a slave"

'til the vexing that his hex annexing animates
His glorious distresses
Serve the right foot raw, so flawed, undressed

Semi-conscious concentration
Christmas cards and suffocation
Ambulances beckon bodies
Tires squealing, sirens wailing

Semi-conscious concentration
Christmas cards and suffocation
Ambulances beckon bodies
Tires squealing, sirens wailing


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