The Wring



Waging war, your dialectic, inventing enemies
Need the conflict to fill your coffers
Let’s bring them to their knees

Breach of contract, breach of trust, breach of faith
Legal loophole, moral sinkhole
Such a fucking waste

One day there’ll be a knock upon your door
And the Beast will come for you in a hundred different forms
You may not know it through the subtlety of pain
As the retribution for your life falls down like rain

Hovering ‘round the tomb of Lenin
Ghouls feeding on the corpse
Throw scraps to vacant psyches
And let nature take its course


I’m counting the days, fantasizing the ways