Snakewalker

Really? Seriously?
What fucking year is it?

The whole world decided not to live in fear of these idiots
Now how is this a prominent problem we're dealing with?
Violently venomous intentions
Pretending this pretentious shit
Is based on anything more relevant than
Juvenile insecurities embellished with
Elaborate irreverent hypnotic rhetoric
We're not fucking hearing it
And no one is listening
Deafened in your echo chamber
Demasculinized by your own anger and misery
Running up that hill
Towards greener grass
Stepping on whoever is left slithering
Running up that hill
Putting new tread down
Gaining traction by taking action
And stomping them out

Stomp them out!
Stomp them out!
Stomp them out!
Now, how's that fucking boot taste?



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Writer(s): Zachariah Milhorn
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