First in last out overthrown

It's been picked clean to the bone

And so hard to remember things

Like when we used to kill our kings

Crusading for hypocrisy

Under our nose the holy bleed

Crumbling under its own weight

Apologies it don't relate

'cause

You cannot kill

What doesn't die

Live up to my promise

My full potential realized

Death lives right inside your pocket

Take him out and have a laugh

Go and piss your life away

Another ugly waste of clay

And up above there's no one home

Why don't you answer your phone?

Reminding me to learn that poem

First in last out overthrown

Because

A stream of consciousness flows into a river of blood

Stem this tide of violence

as it rises like a flood






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