Terminal -

I got all dolled up in my Monday best

Then went to town on my opinion piece of shit

Been inarticulate since I learned to speak

But I know a good nerve when I hit one

Stirring bad blood until it sets the stage

Impale this bastard upon a masthead

Riots are all the rage

Are you sitting comfortably?

Then we’ll begin

The rape and the pillaging

Blood sucking pays better

Built on the backs

A padded cell; a prison still

Blood sucking tastes better

We are nothing if not consequences

Just a series of compromises

We’ll shoulder all of the lies to excavate oceans beneath your feet

I hope your swan dive finds you in seething waters

I hope that the waves take you for

Everything you bought and stole

Everything you are

A mischief of rats

A parliament of thieves

We’ll break our own bones

To build ourselves in new forms

This is the path

Of most resistance

So bring it on