I Saw The Creed Guy Eating Pigeons Last Night In Central Park

(I realized today

The roadside has become an endless string of neon lights

Flashing and buzzing like an epileptic's bad dream)

We are fire stone tires, collapsing at high speeds

Depress the brake, strangle the wheel

Scream as we are dragged for the remainder of this climactic crash and burn

Heads with rubber necks are glad it wasn't them

But are we so helpless now?

So willing to kneel before the self-proclaimed kings?

So quick to look away from the slaughter?

When the wolves have gathered

Please scream

Scream your fucking lungs out

Scream

Scream your fucking lungs out

I pity the mute

I pity the mute

The silent are murderers too

The silent are murderers too

The silent are murderers too