Day Fifteen: Citizenihilist

Get them propped and boxed, and fixed on forced remarks
On haggard glimpse, on a primal blitz
And meet me at the hole where the bodies are dumped in a glistening front yard
Smell what I smell, taste what I taste

Live the life of bygone bricks in teh stomachs of scenic waste
'tis the minute of ours

And bury us with our grenades underneath the steps of the running corpses

They can erect their walks of fame while we suicide bomb every last pacified name

Bring me disease
And storm the cells bring me the virus
And unleash hell bring on the fucking plague in the heart of the decade reign
I want to ruin my life and die how I die
With my hair on fire and the dust of my skin in the blink of a billion renegade eyes
Fuck my health, and fuck our health
Let's get desperate
Now