The Farce of July

They shed their skin just like we shed our clothes They shed their skin just like we shed our clothes They shed their skin just like we shed our clothes Aging prophecy Bow down to their feet Slithering constantly Avoiding all contact Void of emotion Cartoon tears A vacant smile What do we have to fear Law enforcement with loaded guns ready to kill Spill the blood of those who resemble me Dead set eyes Clammy skin We'll see who wins Who wins