these bloody veins will rise scarred through from pain inside Fuck yourself, leave me to die. Razor bath, worn down path Painless graft, my last laugh? Torn of soul, dead alone
We share a culture, same vernacular Love of physical humor and time spent alone You with your penchant for spontaneous advents For sticky unrests be unearthed
pavement and shakes the face of the basement/ Lacing the foundation with scars that sacrifice is bound to leave/ Break inner-city boundaries so suburbanites are down to see/ This cultural
hollow eyes and unseen thoughts and brutal selfishness And these scars of hate will never heal These wounds that do bleed dry Our mother earth condemned to die alone
