I'm the concrete leper Sickness repulsion embodied Hear the sermon escaping my vermin mouth You might even stay with me in the dirt I'm soaked in putrid sewage risen from empty words To you a legion of nausea I'm your sins I'm your crown of thorns
I've seen the blood of generations The ravenous mouth called system We're all shaped by vulgar hands The grip of hate and lies
The sustenance to our bellicose ways An ignorance almost justified as the gap of humanity Fraction grows The skull of life lobotomized Hear me I'm ignominy There's no renaissance in bleeding No
I've flown a million minds Black in despair The liquids of uncertainty spit into their eyes Our flesh embedded in counters of iniquity It seems like we are all just merchandise Not civilized
No words We adapt in our silence Paralyzed to changes erasing the last denial Lines Attitudes Crucified Still we're going on Crawling toward submissive suicide
