Mortarhead

Bullshit lies Breaking skin Homemade bombs Blasting us thin Terror threats Made by friends Mental debts For retailed trends I don't care what you fucking say Won't lose my time over this Won't lift your veil of dirt Will forget your & you exist Graves dug with your tongue Missiles shot from your lips Mortars as molars and spit Watching me drink every sip Counting the hits from my fist Vise-grips on vices and slips Volcanic ash, it lines your gums You spew it out, it silhouettes where we have stood A hollow shell is all that's left The charred remains of what we will never have