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)       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