MOTHS LIVE FOR THIS SHIT

The light is extinguished when you grab it too hard,

And moths live for this shit.

Glazed eyes like caramel

We call this sweetness intelligence.

Hard and fucking just like the truth

We scream the end is near.

Absorbed wishes with dilated eyes

We soar to something

Primates would have called our downfall.

This family unit, this species that we are.

Roman Empires created by freedom fighters;

Horses slain for food

Until they were straddled properly.

Niggers were good slaves

Until they became good props at the Grammys.

The answers for chemicals swishing through my head

Come from the voices

Echoing in some crazy mans imagination.

Some loser who pretended his father existed

Called his father love

While his father was raping him dead.

Calling something which spoke only silence

Sitting on the reality

Which hurt perception.

Classifying chaos

Before it could reap the rewards.

Eating the starving

Before pussy could be spoke aloud.

Purchased when humanity wasnt so fashionable.

You could call it ancient

You could call it a disease

Either way it is the only prayer we were ever given.

The one man who could have saved something

Flew in the light

Which sought out love

Only if it wasnt too bright.

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