Is this the graveyard which imitates an angry city,
An opportunity to spread disease along its maze,
This crooked town has run its course,Peroxide rivers talk,
Drains drink the pavement dry,
I lost my name to a beggar in a cattle market speech,
Got my pockets picked in hell,
Drank from the dust bowl,
Burned the candle at both ends,
And you know that if I fall dead then I'm not coming home,
Pregnant with war the doomsday whistle blows its warning,
There's no protection from the noise digest the toxic vomit,
X-ray the skies go bleach my bones strobe light intercourse
Breeds like violent undertones