One More Final
A new war path sits below my feet
The mud squelches under my knee-high boots
You know the kind of shit-hot games we play
My steel-toe stilettos scabbarded in yr eye-sockets
Ultraviolet scans reveal ultra-violent stains
And we fuck in the shadows around yesterday's triumph
Moonbathing pedestrians are hit-and-run fodder
2 Tombstone down by the valley's shopping mall
Insignificance is the new black
Clad in brands you're a walking advertisement
Wipe the shit off my ass with a Louis Vuitton quilt
Eventually in social circles I'll hear 'em namedrop me
Incessant chiming of bells and general din
It's all a bunch of nothings and meaningless conversation
They call me the anti-socialite
When I hit up the party with a Tec-9
This party is a disco bloodbath
This party is a disco bloodbath
It's not yet but it will be
Just give me another minute or three
This party is a disco bloodbath
Special K and tiddypillz
This party is a disco bloodbath
Watch me move to eviscerate caps
I disgust those within a 20-foot radius
My smell wafts right into the coke-stained nose
I'm just so gross for riding the subway
That birthday party was a massacre
They all sit and smile and suave-wave
And take turns pulling out their manly circumcised cards
Uniform colour and size and design
Yet I'd never be satisfied with mine
You're hungry, you're hungry, you're so fucking hungry
You consume all that we give you in our digest
The coroner's report said he was stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey
With a foie gras diet of Gachapon collectibles
If there was hope, it must lie in the proles
And all the maggots are born out of dying foals
A deep incision from your sternum to your gut
Lobotomized you'll watch your life play out uncut
So desperate for a grasp at rich reality
You'd show it all put on display for the world to see
Eagle spread as the poor-born whore
Why'd you go and share your talent for?
Making a something out of your nothing life
Conjugating ouroboros stickin yr pussy with a knife
This is what we've come to and this is where it ends
Sanctity of love affairs fodder for the rend
Not a one not a thing known to those above
The next paparazzi party where the hand won't fit the glove
Never caught or accountable as long as your cash is in check
Unless you take the mask off
And show the world the fact that you're a nervous wreck
As are we all
But this is your fall
From grace
The mud squelches under my knee-high boots
You know the kind of shit-hot games we play
My steel-toe stilettos scabbarded in yr eye-sockets
Ultraviolet scans reveal ultra-violent stains
And we fuck in the shadows around yesterday's triumph
Moonbathing pedestrians are hit-and-run fodder
2 Tombstone down by the valley's shopping mall
Insignificance is the new black
Clad in brands you're a walking advertisement
Wipe the shit off my ass with a Louis Vuitton quilt
Eventually in social circles I'll hear 'em namedrop me
Incessant chiming of bells and general din
It's all a bunch of nothings and meaningless conversation
They call me the anti-socialite
When I hit up the party with a Tec-9
This party is a disco bloodbath
This party is a disco bloodbath
It's not yet but it will be
Just give me another minute or three
This party is a disco bloodbath
Special K and tiddypillz
This party is a disco bloodbath
Watch me move to eviscerate caps
I disgust those within a 20-foot radius
My smell wafts right into the coke-stained nose
I'm just so gross for riding the subway
That birthday party was a massacre
They all sit and smile and suave-wave
And take turns pulling out their manly circumcised cards
Uniform colour and size and design
Yet I'd never be satisfied with mine
You're hungry, you're hungry, you're so fucking hungry
You consume all that we give you in our digest
The coroner's report said he was stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey
With a foie gras diet of Gachapon collectibles
If there was hope, it must lie in the proles
And all the maggots are born out of dying foals
A deep incision from your sternum to your gut
Lobotomized you'll watch your life play out uncut
So desperate for a grasp at rich reality
You'd show it all put on display for the world to see
Eagle spread as the poor-born whore
Why'd you go and share your talent for?
Making a something out of your nothing life
Conjugating ouroboros stickin yr pussy with a knife
This is what we've come to and this is where it ends
Sanctity of love affairs fodder for the rend
Not a one not a thing known to those above
The next paparazzi party where the hand won't fit the glove
Never caught or accountable as long as your cash is in check
Unless you take the mask off
And show the world the fact that you're a nervous wreck
As are we all
But this is your fall
From grace
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Writer(s): Evangeline Shadden
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