Beautiful Ditch

[Verse 1: Doseone]
Sick cattle
That’s not the sort of steed that one saddles
Forest through the trees, can’t see, baffled
Goes gaffled
Compassion stashed on compartments because I have to
Like a chopper[?] what[?] tackle[?]
I know what that really spells
Like when comedians kill themselves
Or when a beating truly helps
When glands swell, well well well
I surmise, everyone dies while the kings advertise
Dead eyes, truly do buy
Extravagantly packaged bags of dick
Or this, or that, or perhaps extreme sports
Or rap, or bait, or just trap, or human sap, or hat on a hat

[Hook: Doseone]
When the world gets perfectly sick
The rich aggressively sit
While the poor can only dance
And build a beautiful ditch
When the world gets perfectly sick
The rich aggressively sit
While the poor can only dance
And build a beautiful ditch
When the world gets perfectly sick
The rich aggressively sit
While the poor can only dance
And build a beautiful ditch
When the world gets perfectly sick
The rich aggressively sit
While the poor can only dance
And build a beautiful ditch

[Bridge 1: Doseone]
Sick man don’t eat days a week (meanwhile)
Millionaires mean nothing to me (meanwhile)
I would help wolves eat all police (meanwhile)
Hunters throw away the meat (meanwhile)

[Verse 2: Doseone]
Most muggers read the scared sound or your feet before they eat
Meanwhile wealthy men watch eagle, seagull, beagles
Feast on fresh caught fox
There is no heaven, only cops
So keep your thoughts about you and armor all around you
Decide like knives, what you won’t and aren’t allowed to
While the world runs poisonous pipe-cleaning through everything right in sacred sight
To decimate life in all directions
Inaction (what) (what) the fuck is happening
I’m gasping outta[?] layers like one casually grabs for a aspirin
I'm laughed[?], but I'm not laughin'

[Bridge 2: Doseone] x 2 - [Original contributor note: This part seems important but I don't know what it actually says.]

I go
To all unemployed bees[?]
I go
To all half-destroyed seas
I go
To all you[?] all[?] planting[?] trees[?] (me)[?]
I go
With whores in the streets

[Hook]
When the world gets perfectly sick
The rich aggressively sit
While the poor can only dance
And build a beautiful ditch
When the world gets perfectly sick
The rich aggressively sit
While the poor can only dance
And build a beautiful ditch
When the world gets perfectly sick
The rich aggressively sit
While the poor can only dance
And build a beautiful ditch
When the world gets perfectly sick
The rich aggressively sit
While the poor can only dance
And build a beautiful ditch

[Outro samples]
(I don't give a fuck about dying)
(Death shall have no dominion)
(When their bones are picked clean
And their clean bones gone
They should have stars
At elbow and feet)