my eyes betray me frequently
they can see my rage
it hides under the veil of secrecy
violence seeps in me
the devilish streak in me
paints my insides
as storms often rise
and the street lights of my life
never get replaced
cause in the secret city
murder is commonplace
thunder rips the air apart
and somewhere in the dark feet scurry
they hurry but the writings on the wall
blood shot eyes rest against brick so the head doesnt fall
it never will
the body of the people
unaware of their exodus still
murderers and thieves
the brain infected with cancerous lumps
as the lungs breathe the disease
im the voice box
that breeds the deceased
its the consumer in me
that never could live in peace
cause then my teeth would be still
ive tried being vegetarian
but i fiend for the kill
maybe its the blood money
that runs our economy
that soaks into my vision
when i feel the world topple me
as the tv prompts me to laugh
but the world is steadily gassed
until the day has come and passed
to escape, we rummage through the glass
cause the real nazis still got us in the crystal nacht
teenagers start with gats, until they can build an empire that arms itself with missiles
ive contemplated murder more then my classes in these past few months
and under my glasses lies the path to my stone heart