My own desecration
Gravity ripping at me
Tries to change what I am
Tears the fabric of my reality
This modern modest proposal
The famine claims control
My flesh picks up the slack
Torn from my fucking back
A land of opportunity
For those born with opportunities
We are of the free
A predesigned template told to call it unity
Cultivated for someone else's plan
Bred by the invisible hand
This race that can not be undone
The biggest lie that someone else has won
A disparity plagues my view
A separation of church and my wake
Bi lateral country dividers
Either choice is a fucking mistake
Shaped to fit a mechanism
The illusion of choice
For the 99 out if a hundred
You die without a voice
A secret I must not know
Esoteric words hidden below
Why the fuck do I work
And live this life of hell
Fuck this world of lies
Until success is decriminalized
This life rips every piece
Death the only release