
Lyrics:
When the bottom drops out those all at the top will drag their feet
Circling a pit that is 100 feet deep, bleeding for a dollar with a collar made of twine
Sleeping in eternity, ephemeral decline.
Black sheep in the woods
Execute those who stumped my foot
I creep through the city
With the motion of emotions tangled up inside of me
Where the money goons shake their jowls, the liars and the fakers spin their heads like human owls. I am misplaced in this dark place, moving like a jet, the anxious bleeding edges of a doctor healing vet. We’re all just animals, some vicious, some starved, it makes us question in this lesson, who’s really in charge.