Blips on the screen pass by as geese in formation
little bloody bastards you just want to shoot down
only they're protected by the laws of the state
on the grounds a squadron in formation shot down
diving straight to the ground before their final breath
yelp like soldiers in war falling out of the sky
Like angels done gone wrong devils born out of fire
inconsiderate shits privileged rotten children
taking the piss as kids and ignorant adults
tie them down to the chair then burn with a blowtorch
like they would even care ruined for life no one
even gives a rat's ass as they're covered by dad
If ever I were such a little sodden brat
nevermind yes I see language is a mirror
conceived to hide the truth in reverse the back side
of the image you see you confront everyday
nothing you see is real but hidden from your eyes
still as une nature morte dead as nature herself
if you want to know life you must accept your death
decide now this moment while death is immanent
eclipsed by the dark side of the moon transmission
relays must wait until the capsule makes the turn
astronauts peel layers of the onion to know
truth inside a black hole beyond the universe
even I was shitty as a young man so why
Pretend other adults don't get to make mistakes
remember my own past like hidden quicksand pools
if I struggle I sink further down to my death
virtue matters little in this life as death nears
if character makes men the machines they become
leave the codes and scripts out of memento mori
end this life with a bang not a whimper don't beg
giants for a second more end it while you can
end it with dignity though it means little morel
decent folk make a fuss over shallow ideas
Sudden awakening versus gradual loss
hits the fan to spread shit everywhere the stink forms
in college or high school like a fraternity
tricked by the mystery of the Greek mysteries
silly men rise to greet their insignificance
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