Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Listen to outer vices
Based on blooded light
Preaching inner qualms
Culture crumble with a dash of moral essence
Salves for the solds of the fair withered friends
Stand upon the precipice and watch
For one time only; feel good for a day
Vilified and reproached eggs with a side of blaming
Buy in bulk and save!
More and more and more available to some moron tomorrow*
(*Tomorrow never comes)
I need justifiable justice judicially adjusted
Spanner in the great works of simple man
This world on the cliff of no return
Basement level for lost morals and white goods
Heavy is the heart of my half forgotten discounted tenants
Rebates abound for the highest paid marginal calls
Held close on a high of artificial decadence
Our death in the palm of Our hands
Hallowed be this game of thorns
Let the bleeding light wash over and salve the sold
Look down and pick through the crumbs of a listless life
Hunger for something always lost and never there
Fully franked and forthright; divided by what I want
What you want today …
For tomorrow never comes
