Screaming Headless Torsos Woe To The Conquered
What is this gift I must prepare to Giftwrap or to
sixpack?
Or is it just to live each day
With wonder of the obvious?
Are we just subjects to be shuffled
And hustled muscled fleeing up a tree
Or it just to hear viv victivus
— Woe To The Conquered! —
Am I my shirt to wear and
Tie to tear up burn my hair up?
Or it just to live each day with
Wonder of what’s killing us?
Are we but pawns but to be
Pried again pricked again
And strung up from a tree?
Or it just to hear viv victivus
— Woe To The Conquered! —
So you want my love
So good for your humanity
So in love with your worldly gifts
But not in love with you!
— Woe To The Conquered —
Where does this christening take place For knowledge or
demolish
All that your socialization
Teaches us to be alright now
Can there be victory without knowing
And showing that you can
Truly be yourself
Or is it just to hear viv victivus
— Woe To The Conquered —
So you want my love
So good for your humanity
So in love with your worldly gifts
But I don’t give a f..ck about you!
— Woe To The Conquered —
— Viv Victivus! —
— Woe To The Conquered —
