Subject: Chaos Grin
Status: Mercenary
Have no fear, no feelings
Followers or leader
Guided by instinct
Fed by insecurity
Smell the sweet scent of opportunity
On my right sleeve
I carry
The signs of my ancestry
My left cheek still bleeding the kisses of my enemies
Availability
To the highest bidder is never cheap
Disposability
I have no use for long term loyalty
I'm their h**ne
An answer to their prayers
Care and safety
From what they've done
What they've become
I'm their h**ne
In a world of make-believe
I'll sort out everything
That they have done that they've become
And I know you know it
Subject: Chaos Grin
Status: Mercenary
Have no fear, no feelings
Followers or leader
Guided by instinct
Fed by insecurity
Smell the sweet scent of opportunity
See these leeches
Vein creatures
Treacherous dreamers
Arse lickers,
Power worshippers
Behaving like sheep
They are my prize pigs
My special treats
My favorite love buddies
Junkies, freaks
I sell them dreams
And milk them till they bleed
I'm their h**ne
An answer to their prayers
Care and safety
From what they've done
What they've become
I'm their h**ne
In a world of make-believe
I'll sort out everything
That they have done that they've become
And I know you know it
Dear God, what have I done today
I tried to behave
But I guess I failed