Demeaning us with empty morals, detached from reality they tell us what's real.
We felt sick as we walked out of the room, to nest in filth and howl at the moon.
Hollow well-groomed failures outside of prison bar mansions that made the earth's skin crawl.
There is no time to rest and heal our wounds.
Black wind talker and singer of songs...
We felt sick as we walked out of the room, to nest in filth and howl at the moon.
No good words could find his tongue that day.