protection in the shackels safe from the night and the witches hackles whips ties and buckles speech is a freedom still we are muzzled perplexed caged birds sing though we puzzled antidote guzzle.... workhouse of no fruits reap not what we sowed watered by the roots as they say so they can come scoop dump us like they like our heads they want so machine gets clever and kills with cleaver the maker the artists movers and shakers picture takers the scribe draw us like honey to hives led into lust the flesh and such turns to mush that's the only time we feel alive more to life than just survive rapid waters white toss us just like deep sigh now dive lunge forward and then back baptized in what is moving at last we have met, together we do more than thrive we proceed, teach, move, ignite and set alive. circle slash sky. capture no caption from the head of the beast speaking I'll mannered lies loud in their devalued lack of hope and faith in what remains after they. pig headed no glands to sweat foolish ordained themselves the last of a kind.. a more appropriate fall in line type of star signs are of Satan the yeshua u seek can't see you hear less likely when you speak. but for us time has came and called like wild beasts at the moon fucking right we devour all we see we need that paper in bags to give all of them what they feel they lack coins and such plenty for I always knew u would stack but these hateful fuckers trying to get something back so imma let an have that.