as the conductor corrupts strings, my blunt breathes
train iron lungs to be rusted kings in a dunce regime,
come with me if you want to bleed
your front teeth can be the source of bloody streets
die on booted feet,
in future countries the currency will be guns and weed
sink iron wings in the deepest seas,
burn leaves to contest a disturbed beast,
coerced into thinking I borned stormy seas,
I am the force that forms what you perceive...
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...