Rome The Blade Unmasked
keep us silent
and diverted
drug me, corporate gods
we were eager
to forget
now we hail the blade unmasked
toward death
toward the sun
this needle poised in flesh
drink from this lunacy
and bite the hand that made you man
and when springtime comes
with awkward little steps
to the land that mourns for me
do not rush
do not fear
the silent frequency (of lust)
toward death
toward the sun
this needle poised in flesh
drink from this lunacy
and bite the hand that made you man
and the sun goes down
and death is all around
and the secret son lies down
and death is here to drown
and everything's falling down
and death is but another crown
