Gnashing clouds of smoke
Cold hearted broken choke
Consumes the world as it expands
Hanging in my throat
Acidic carcasses bloat
What can I do to escape or break this wretched place?
Plans made on their own accord
And they don't include me
In blind-eyes benign prophecy
Some gleaming future trope
I'd rather choke on rope
Than see the powers act like they're built on moral ground
Hanged by my hand
Hanged
A feral fever grows
Too vapid to dispose
Bеhind a poison smile
Decline indеnial
Hanged
By my hand