Pills

Who put the knife in my back
Or was it an apple sticking in my throat
Only the unbelievers
Seem to have clean hands
Saw the coke dropping from your nose
Heard the needle snapping in your veins
Drugs to help the old deceivers
Brainwash us with their songs
Angels of death all around us
Stench of their breath won’t deceive long
Their heaven’s our prison you’ll see
Cable tied our hands
Dragged us into their dungeons
To make us copulate
Then flagellation
As all the presidential clueless
Piss into a stained glass
We don’t want to live forever
So suffer here
It’s so much better

© 2005, Mosquitobyte