keep us silent 

and diverted 

drug me, corporate gods 



we were eager 

to forget 

now we hail the blade unmasked 



toward death 

toward the sun 

this needle poised in flesh 



drink from this lunacy 

and bite the hand that made you man 



and when springtime comes 

with awkward little steps 

to the land that mourns for me 



do not rush 

do not fear 

the silent frequency (of lust) 



toward death 

toward the sun 

this needle poised in flesh 



drink from this lunacy 

and bite the hand that made you man 



and the sun goes down 

and death is all around 

and the secret son lies down 

and death is here to drown 

and everything's falling down 

and death is but another crown