Peacelord

Whips out like tongues of justice licking salt from our wounds
Night fall, curtain call
Peace lords, in suits, bring bills that are much bigger
Than those belts that hold their hungry wallets in check
You came here; to the place where money melts
With no knowledge of them; now they own you
Eggshells under the words you spit like grains of sand stuck between your broken teeth
Might I suggest warning when your fear is peaking behind the dark charade your play?
You lay here; in the bed where dreams get raped
With no energy left
I'll return you to your precious life, so you can carry on
Forget about the time you've spent and the mistakes you've made
Might I suggest caution here?
Poor boys on wires attached to hands that shake away the life they once had, the lives they now live
War gods pitting young kids against themselves with art and fire
Once warm, from souls that they snuffed and smoked
One god, one knife, one past, one life, two hands, one goal, one mind inches from a lump of coal
You'll be safe here; in the hands of those who know, under my wing
"Another precious act, it's not a question that put you down"
Another selfish act, another prophecy to put me down