Funeral Pyre

For what it's worth and what it's not
Miss Liberty's been sucking cock
While Uncle Sam's been jacking off
The cum stains on the planet
Show our concern for the gamut
We're right as wrong
And good as fucked

So kill the lights
And grab the handcuffs
Drawou the curtains
We've already been lubed up
Of that I'm certain
There's no longer a need
For us to conspire
We're fucking up survival
Before it retires

Let's drop the act and stack the facts
As our beat up world turns to black
And we all lit the fucking match
It wasn't difficult to see
What with all of the lies and greed
And end of times on the marquee

Inhale the smoke
As it starts to surround the surface
And ask yourself
If the choices you made were worth it
It's getting harder to breathe
As our time expires
But no one seems to see
We've built our own funeral pyre



Credits
Writer(s): Skull Drug
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