The spout of your mouth
Like a river of currency
You say behave
And I say let's get dirty
I want to breed
Circling our minds
Trouble and temptation
Some say the bold and the beautiful
Are inert elite
I just say go fuck yourself
Cause the people who care
Are better everywhere
Sacrosanct silver and grime
When out of the sorrow's song
Long flung you brung
You better run before you get killed
But the hole in the ground
Has already been filled
With the mush and the might
Of a sorrowful sight
Of us all pretending to be right
If it taints then it won't be gold
If it breaks we can no longer hold
Them precious foolery
Along with trivial things
Sounds like every
Embattlement
Sounds like a barrow
Well come bare in mind
And let you see
THE WHORE OF HUMANITY
You better run before you get killed
But the hole in the ground
Has already been filled
With the mush and the might
Of a sorrowful sight
Of us all trying to be right
And we're wrong