Split Knuckle Aggression

War brought by disease To kill to swing to seize Buy your way to the top Believing it will stop Round them up to die They weep we laughing I sigh Efforts lost to spite Homo gen ized Waiting the clock is ticking Looking right to left and right to left While I'm caught With this gun in my hand Left to linger in my thoughts and gaze apon the land Turn the valve Aim for head Silence death is etiquette death I lead One fell swoop Reap the seed from the fruit I Am tired of death Even seeing it daily I'd rather try meth Sick to breathe I feel with in me Buy organic for my mind to work cleanly Consume