631

The turning of the screw's
A part of human nature
There's always one more tooth
That's left to pull
Men in masks and gowns
Around a spitting vial
Of boiled spit and semen
From the bull

It's so easy to close your eyes
Stay inside a while you might
They prosecute the dumb and blind
The body count keeps piling high
I lost track when it hit 631

The urban esoterics'
Seven dollar coffees
Will be the bed of locusts
That they grew
And Kerouac's confessions
On million mile highways
Will turn to dust
The same as me and you

And it's so easy to close your eyes
A sunny field just for your mind
They prosecute the dumb and blind
The body count keeps piling high
Last I checked it sat at 631



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Writer(s): Ethan Hope
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