Ouroboros

Like a nuclear war this is a game no one wins Glory through conflict pervades pawn and king No angels in sight where this story begins Halo's tend to slip when immersive in sin In these dark days she seldom see's relief Less money coming in but more mouths to feed Trickle down's syphoned off from the community Scorched earth tactic of big industry While one halves eaten The other half eats And the cycle repeats Though the scales rеmain tipped every story has two sidеs He helps paint the picture of how the other half reside Very well rehearsed at turning blind eyes Ignore the consequences so long as pockets get lined But when limits get pushed needs turn to desperation Strapped with a blade and a nihilistic education The fear in their eyes no longer registers inside In this concrete jungle you get dehumanised While ones halves eaten The other half eats And the cycle repeats Time waits for no one flows reel to reel Lost in the jungle of concrete and steel Hunter becomes the hunted on the wrong side of town Tensions seem to rise as the sun goes down Another wrong turn he comes face to face With the monster, whose actions, he helped create His back against the wall, his ribs feel the blade Those thickly lined pockets now don't seem so safe And the blood Drains from his face As he struggles To break the embrace She's got nothing to lose He just can't compete He bleeds out on the floor and the cycle repeats