I'm lost in the distance like corroded images expanding in space.

Mans main need involves several social acts that teach the value of

survival taught on a scale that starts with the body then buries the soul.

And with the price of blood call me a saint.

And with the price of blood call who a saint?

The cost is infinite like im counting the casualties of this industry.

A closer wrist explains the razor to the world now watch as you spoil the value of a soul.

Trade death for wealth, trade death for what.

Is this destiny or is this a war, man is a social animal.