The Lavish

The Lavish

We sit amongst the enemy/ encircled/ taken from the humble beginnings by the fireside where our story died/ deathstroke choke em the fuck out- then let em breathe again/ appreciate the poison air my friend/ the starving earth and the flickering light the once beamed bright from oceans to observation towers/ we stand on/ kill smooth, stand strong/ they have it all in in front of their twisted, greedy liplock never talk faces/ words written over two hundred years ago as oath- and applicable erasers/ condemn the alternative as new-agey, street-people as mangey/ off-kilter talk to the walls and encourage the myth/ these streets are paved with gold/ soaked in piss and blood/ peel back the oxygen in the air as we rip a scud/ this is a molten clay fit for shaping, this is mud/ we are children of broken microphones that shorted out during our mission statement/ the examination, the taken

Kiss the sky/ Lavish lips/ fuck her like never before/ kill for the flag
Kiss the sky/ Lavish lips/ fuck her like never before/ kill for the flag

She considered working the corner, selling crotch, but is we caught in the fuck-steeze/ albatross above trees/ slum skeeze/ re-calibrate the coordinates, I fear my heroes will return before the killing has ceased/ the state will never leave/ they wanted more, they wanted war, they wanted police/ protect our prosperity/ a nasty camera-filled news feed/ lay asleep/ and choke to death on a pillow filled with the feathers of peace/ and it’s a long night, a hard day, dried come on the sheets/ the leftovers capricious- pluck from our teeth/ teetering on the edge of an inbound subway platform/ eventual collision/ they never wanted as much as they want this very instant/ the is unrelenting subjectivity

Kiss the sky/ Lavish lips/ fuck her like never before/ kill for the flag
Kiss the sky/ Lavish lips/ fuck her like never before/ kill for the flag

The hamhocks are dripping disease into the villages as the carcasses are chopped for sandwiches/ snout all around doubt/ but wear your mask as we all have diseases/ and the bloodletting doesn’t always work for the lost leaches/ of Babylons preachers/ babygirl, I got a whole sausage of influenza for you to swallow