we've soaked language in liquid
lusted after the plot lines we stole
we let the moment slip with reprieve to place hands upon its lung
pray the water stills the throat
shame me with a bitter fuck
i need it, i need it, can I hear it in a drunk and stagnant tune?
i'm a little insurgent
and not yet covered in shit
no not a sound I make could sing along with it
man in charge is serpent
to hear the under-enlightened
apologize for its flesh
all the ancient blood has been tampered with
the future will never come at this rate
-associates of iniquity
i attest
this secular address
neither opulent nor sumptuous
we garner in reverence
to the broken, busted, abused and untrusted
blasé in our brilliance
they heard us scream:
we rot in unmarked graves
you’ll scratch deadbeat on mine-
she
muttered, emptiness is the mother of all things
you could hear their roar
through fragile teeth
a spark will grow of stale breath without retreat
i tricked them out of panic
so they weren't scared to die
we are worthless out of time
give them voices to be carried by
march with us home
this is not the only way
peel back the scab you call your city
devour your shit list
cut the strand of fucking nerves
live underneath the mortar
we haven't tousled fate without reveling in unrest
we are the bottom of the pyramid
aye
was it clean?
did it flicker soul or shackle bone?
was it everything you're meant to see?
then why
not bare mettle?
fan the flames of rife
this could’ve been the greatest fucking anthem of your life
but the sick sick clamor in you dies
to preserve nothing
oh
when it sparked it clung to the world
to breathe
since it seems that every heart that beats for freedom requires nothing but a slug of lead
i demand my share