We are the coroner's resuscitated plaything wrapped in skin.
We're the virus conjugating at the perforations.
We're the battered batch tossed into the junkyard jungle,
Licking at diseases that house card trick muffles.
Vacate the flesh! Paralyzed mess!
Conceal the pheromone-pumped apocalypse!
And then we'll ransack a rockstar's sick dream!
Nooses that scream like how microphones sing.
We'll rob that jackal of his whiskey and
Drink on isles dreamed up in high class diaries.
Vile roar roars in your heartthrobs
Vile roar roars a chord of infamy
Press on! Press on! Towards the gagged shoreline so we can
Roar vile roars into the skylines.
They'll open up and hand out designer trees
And turn to lost postcards and jealousy
That turns brittle in the sun.
Twenty years in this drilling bed.
Ten months cooking on the sea.
Sex hours signing dotted lines
Three minutes dedicating lives.
And I'm still not giving in.
No, we're not giving in.
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