Ghost Shaped People

A message in the bottle smashed right across your head, All those years of screaming out the words you never read. Sucking on a xenon tit, all hail the cretin king, Apprentice to an idiot, a sycophantic dream. They say jump, you ask how high and watch your freedom die. What will you believe? Who will you betray? What will you believe? Who will you betray? What's the cost of victory? You always took the easy road, you always compromised, You never put the effort in to read between the lines. Rotting in a garbage pit, embrace the weaker breed, Join the pack of rabid dogs and lick the hand that beats. On the cattle car, full speed ahead, your ticket to regret. What will you believe? Who will you betray? What will you believe? Who will you betray? What's the cost of victory? A screaming paradigm of dysfunction, A superficial sea of reaction. A violent passion surrogate, You tied the noose around your own neck. What will you believe? Who will you betray? What's the cost of victory? What will you believe? Who will you betray? What's the cost of victory, the cost of victory?

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 24, 2025