struggle in the beast of the fire
breath in and bite, takes you higher
the stakes are steep, condition dire
angels must die, satan sings the choir
slaves are purchased by the placed sire
walk the line johnny, this is your wire
bets on your soul are placed by the buyer
psycho an*laze myself, mr briggs meyer
these words are real for your minds, never tire
the teacher says that's a mark, what a liar
the only mark you keep is that, on your attire
consumerist f**, are you are the denier
here I am, Edward Keen, poet now to be seen
wakeup, wakeup, merican public, from the dream
step by step join me and the like and our team