Down a couple of shots and beers
fear liquidates my tears
what am I doing here?
should I be armed to the teeth, warfare
dreams remove evidence of elements
that protected youthful resemblance
reminisce about the decade of decadents
sick of riding the bench
next to the stench of death
this is my last hit, short of breath
paranoia extorts cops hunting for sport
another pull off the Newport
societies reflection is fact that doom implores
what you think the movements for?
distort dissection of past transgressions
cap aggression Smith and Wesson
packed with lessons
genocide always intended
swept under the rug no mention
unless levied as leverage
jettison political medicine
devastation, end game declaration
final move cultural castration