Family built of blood and rust find a place because we must shelter our heads from the poisoned wind squat or rot with the rest of our kin
Petrified tounges twisted and tied reciting your ridiculous lies and their minds a figment of itself their hearts are relics on the shelf
The keepers of the spoils that leech of others toil spilling blood for oil these seeds are ours A gala for Eris, lady of our chaos children carve altars to you in your skin
Un-Warlike in our way of mind we are bound to rouse and rise those who still endure the sham
all of the orphans of our Uncle Sam and they're raised inerudite scorned from birth they do the job better for half what they're worth and their backs are broken but their hearts are pure So leave your ego at the door
The tenders of the soil aren't loyal to the royal the bubbles reached a boil these seeds are ours We'll take what we grew we didn't plant it for you Work for once cause these seeds are ours
Wrinkled fists secure the right to discern which to to keep and witch to burn and you see the world through onyx eyes watch the world flip on it's side
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