The Communist Light show - Scapegoat

Increasing volume calls for decrease in gain

He said

Ports screaming

A never knowing coming turning event

Cyclical as the life I’ve spent

A life spent in thought of the time that has passed

The time that has passed leaves me bathing in regret of the past

And I’ve paid

My penance

Life in the hair of instabilities main he stood

A bitter dead

You mother fuckers wanna hate on your makers

You’ve ripped your roots right out of the ground

You’ve walked around too long just to piss on my lawn

We are an army

Hitting your car head on

Well I’m drawing the line

He’s drawing the line

Fuck drawing the line

For no longer

Will our waivers

Be washed away

Slow as our wind might blow

We row

This boat has turned into a ghost ship

And my corpse is rotting, rotting, rotting, rotting, rotting away

She’s rotting away

Rotting, rotting, rotting, rotting, rotting away

She’s rotting away

Stomach what you are not

Breathe with the difference of earth

Believe in a mind like mine

Stomach continual pills

Swallow me

Stomach me

Savor me

Continual pills

Reflect on pity (poison, what’s poison?)

Learn its true means (know poison)

Choke on my dick in the thick of a gun click

I’m rotting away

Slow as our wind might blow we row

This boat has turned into a ghost ship

And my corpse is rotting, rotting, rotting, rotting, rotting away

She’s rotting away

Rotting, rotting, rotting, rotting, rotting away

Rivers will flow to the appropriate homes

Nails will find the appropriate wrists

Rivers will flow

Rivers will flow

Rivers will flow from my wrists like wine