Cut

I feel the full moon coming it’s coming tonight

A prism of peace white heat white white

So far amidst but so close in perspective

Rake in your ideals

Cancel all objectives

I’d rather strap 92 to my chest

Resurrect this land

And save what’s left

An all brewing conscience

Not hard to find

You’d better be dreaming

That thoughts will allign

The dignified, wimpified, wokeful inflictions

Give them what they ask

Inflict the incisions

Cut the pigs up, make a decision

Fight cut fight cut

End this division

All the time it’s just running around my soul

All thе time it’s just running around my soul

All the time it’s just running around my soul

You Gotta givе it gotta take it gotta break it gotta make it

Look at the ground what do you see

Sweat and tears that lay empty

A hollow Carcus breathing just

A rancid perverted musk

Invisible pennies bleeping away

Working for nothing paying to pay

I’d rather strap 92 to my chest

Resurrect this land and save what’s left

All the time it’s just running around my soul

All the time it’s just running around my soul

All the time it’s just running around my soul