clasped in the shaking hands
of hateful soliloquy and
idealistic rampage
to thin the worlds' grease-fat-gluttons
gut them
makes me feel like
each nerve's gonna stand on end
there's no consequence
for contemplation
as there's none for many
who should beg to open their own throats
I forgot the law of man
and now I need to stand on all of them
of hateful soliloquy and
idealistic rampage
to thin the worlds' grease-fat-gluttons
gut them
makes me feel like
each nerve's gonna stand on end
there's no consequence
for contemplation
as there's none for many
who should beg to open their own throats
I forgot the law of man
and now I need to stand on all of them