Bare bones of teeth combs tickle teat drones of bombed homes
Lone clones drop meat phones, robbed stones strip police robes
Stare for flair for televised improvision fighting fisted gloves
Loved for statist drugs & monetary rapist running the show
Slowed and stirred like molotov cocktails
Burning with the dead stars, housed in slave jails
Shining as bright as a flaming cigarette stuck in a bad mouth
Black and red and yellow and white and a maroon moron matching mouse
Kill or just kill because it's something to do
When you can't turn back time or have a clue
Praying to the misery god until five o'clock
Living the mystery life until you're knee deep in cock
Pulling the stage rope until time just stops
Or your breathing, either way.
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