draw crowds like dorm fires or porn suppliers,
witness I. Self Lord attired in Chuck Taylors and buck suede tailored
act buck and get sprayed, detainees buried in forgotten acres
little plots for big fakers, lick shots and flick papers
sizzle crops and lay salt for future generations,
watch the mad doctor suture confused patients
connected to lucrative administrations, call me the brutal replacement
take two paces and draw, I'm too impatient for laws...
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...