sing them to sleep: never acknowledge defeat.
it’s funny how nothing ever goes where you want it.
everyone has something to say: keep your opinions at bay.
it’s funny how redemption harmonises a leap year.

your epithet is destruction,
your epithet is fucking wannabe.

bite the hand that feeds: crippled reasoning deeds.
we’re all slaves of what society’s suppose to be.
exposed at the drop of a hat: trigger-patriotic attacks.
done waiting on redemption to harmonize us a leap year.

they are dead to the world.
they are dead.

never mind the terror.
your guns and ammo will make it better.