Destroyasaurus - Acumen Nation

FACELESSSS…

WORTHLESSSS…

These are not complaints

The whinings of a fake

I love the dirty smell

Of my caste and class

Slaves to work the ships

The masters bleed our spines

Best documentary goes to the matrix

High tech cattle grind

Eighty measures thick!

Ripe with cicatrix!

Aborted and attacked!

Rejoice!

you are the chosen -- underclass!

Rise.

Rise.

Rise.

Creeching for crack crumbs

Callous claws and thumbs

My tormentor rapes me

In return for self.

WORTH!..

WORTH!..

Dog packs in the streets

Frozen and nothing to eat

Eyeing the master’s house

Are you thinking what i’m thinking?

The first reports of the flames

Had them at eight miles high

But we measured in red states

And laughed at their estimations…

Eighty measures thick!

Ripe with cicatrix!

Aborted and shellacked!

Rejoice!

you are the chosen -- underclass!

Rise.

Rise.

Rise.

Burn the right.

side

With their own.

lies

Burn the right.

side

With their own.

lies

Burn the right.

side

With their own.

lies

Burn the right.

side

With their own.

lies…

Burn the right.

side

With their own.

lies

Burn the right.

side

With their own.

lies…