One day, there'll be no sun
and our moon will be destroyed
and eventually we'll die.
We are the only species
that wishes to destroy,
ourselves.
I won't hold my tongue
to the lack of ethics,
there's no morality
and my demons,
rattle in their cages
but I'm trying
to control
all their rages
I can't....
there's red moss
to the corporate
of glosses,
the white walls,
the crumbling
and the falls
I can hold them
but if the
apocalypse
releases brethren
all hell of covers
the bad-*** records
come to the life
of a piercing knife.