You're going to murder in the name of God
What kind
No messing with a sense of humor
Will see you through
Take an axe to your past, to your family tree
Carve
Now, the towers have fallen
So much dust in the air
It
In this bar, in this bar, I am dying
In this
Stray cats with fish heads, feeding their litters
Feral kids fight
Adore this life, there is no guarantee
Could end by tomorrow
Adore
I may as well try semaphore
As words no longer work
This
Send seasonal greetings from nowhere
I'm working and playing away
Remember the
My mirror's laughing at me
Says, boy, are you getting old?
There's
Five nights, no sleep, my mind's battered
Stock markets free fall,