break beats with stone hands for no cash,
stare at desert sands with known heat until it becomes blown glass
run in group homes for the notes stashed,
my wrote pads,
exposed, become a lone soldier's attack against his government's broken back
sickened by a culture twisted by subliminal tags,
their vision is a division of facts that gain a hatred for angels and their kin
some of us came to this Age unwillingly upon trade-winds,
betrayed, some were slain,
others trained to new names, more learned to swim
raised from half-made graves, my support sports murder on their lips
track unleaded flesh, we spark lighting and turn rivets,
crimson necklaces drip unsteady as Hennessy pimps