Walking Home
Ceremony
I'm here to wrap my hands around society's neck.
Slowly slip away against a lifeless grip.
A long painful death is what you deserve.
Open your mouth, bite the fucking curb.
Born into a vicious circle, you learn to cut at the throat.
Watching people lining up in tight single file rows,
I still revolve around a world I choose to cut off.
One nation under God over a burning cross.