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Bastards and prodigies
Invested in systematically
Staunching the ebb
Of energy that bleeds when it flows from pleas

Islands adrift
At war
In chorus sing for prophets old and young

But I'm before the Lord
With nothing on my tongue

Pray (precor)
Pray I don't enter (souls upon the grave)

Pay (pendo)
Pay for surrender (the pound of flesh I gave)

Suit ties and signatures
Like wax seals and indulgences
Useless save for myths
They twist, like nooses we resist

Debonaire
A fucking coward with the blank eyed stare

Who I abnegate and perforate
To claim what's mine and clear the slate

Pray (precor)
Pray I don't enter (souls upon the grave)

Pay (pendo)
Pay for surrender (the pound of flesh I gave)

Forthright obscene civility
Maintain machines that enforce humility

Legacies are made by artists, paid to please
Histories reinforce dependency

Hard to blame
Hard to force a mandate made of flames
Hard to hang yourself with bootstraps made of shame

The only reason to mine lead
Is to send a bullet through your head, cunt
Smug smiles that typify the type
That we need purged with more than light
And sound, sound and rage
Your impotence is apocalypse
Turning backwards, congratulations
Never question who I am