Digital Leather Homesick For Terror
warlords of the underworld
we raise each glass in your praise tonight
and celebrate bad decisions made
like batteries and Escalades
imbibe with me in this fantasy
of consequential reality
have you ever given up
just to find it was your ticket out?
picture perfect worlds and you
revel until your face turns blue
jest attack
you take a nap
burning trees
you drink a little sap
control your minds with ass and tits
bunnies die to make your cheap lipstick
i'm not gonna stay home tonight
i'm not gonna know wrong from right
i'm not gonna follow the light
i'm gonna fight
