Cut

I feel the full moon coming it’s coming tonight
A prism of peace white heat white white
So far amidst but so close in perspective
Rake in your ideals
Cancel all objectives
I’d rather strap 92 to my chest
Resurrect this land
And save what’s left
An all brewing conscience
Not hard to find
You’d better be dreaming
That thoughts will allign
The dignified, wimpified, wokeful inflictions
Give them what they ask
Inflict the incisions
Cut the pigs up, make a decision
Fight cut fight cut
End this division

All the time it’s just running around my soul
All thе time it’s just running around my soul
All the time it’s just running around my soul
You Gotta givе it gotta take it gotta break it gotta make it

Look at the ground what do you see
Sweat and tears that lay empty
A hollow Carcus breathing just
A rancid perverted musk
Invisible pennies bleeping away
Working for nothing paying to pay
I’d rather strap 92 to my chest
Resurrect this land and save what’s left

All the time it’s just running around my soul
All the time it’s just running around my soul
All the time it’s just running around my soul