A twisted world with a man on its shoulder, who dreams of life and wakes up when it’s over.
Observing flies on the walls, chasing moles, digging holes to find his four leaf clover.
Gods alibi won’t confess to creation. He flips a switch and reveals incarnation.
The serpent grins, shedding skins, spitting sins at the prince of our damnation.
We buy our liberty, from a democracy, who sells hypocrisy. Another fallacy.
A two-faced diplomat entices bureaucrats, pulls rabbits from his hat, unveils the Siamese cat.
A dollar bill lights the flame of a nation, and fuels the fire that consumes our salvation.
Nailed to the cross, what a loss... to live in vain and die in revelation.
A gambler yields to the sweet stench of poker. He bets his soul to a masquerade joker.
The joker tokes, lights a smoke and walks off with his broker.
The fruits of our desire allure us to the fire, we’re walking on the wire. We’re sinking in the mire.
The devil sibilates, his forked tongue salivates, rolls out to seal our fate, our backs glued to the plate.
A twisted man with the world on his shoulder, who dreams of death and a life ever-after;
He fades do dust, rides the gust and wonders with the rover.
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