Lyrics
long we've learned that these leperous lambs like a little bit off the edges
they teeter they twitch with seasoned instability inching around and about
a cause that needs its fucking head checked
this momentous stubbornness likens to a death that never quits
all these half-born twits sagaciously meandering for case they needn't claim as theirs!
selves-proclaimed, others exclaimed, "renaissance men!" whom can not will not deflect a compliment
all my adjectives all my implications
stains upon the characters of the nameless
deskriptions for the distributors of derelictions
do I dare not call out the shameful segregation
I see as plainly seen?
I do dare not as I have seen
it's safer sandwiched in between
a shelter so much it is serene
and the blanket of the blatantly obscene
