Desparation's Halo

The moves of analysts Accrue some damages The news begat the saddest trend Only to add the blend and stack pretense Puffy chests providers but their plight is pusillanimous Pursuits of manic bends, going off the deepest Appealing to the outrage, the loud stay with profit seekers Called it jazz cigarettes but buying stock in chiba The moves of blues in panels sit, add a brick to the wall some more …Why’re things this way, check it out in Baltimore They’re grooming candidates who climb to call for war dehumanize with animus and add a spritz of all the squall and gore Quick to take the knife and twist it for a dollar more Victims pay the price enlist the righteous all adored Scorched the earth instead of fertilize and salt the core Frozen in the ground and seeking hope, in time to call Lenore Lapping in the waves from the days of the Baltic shore The beast released on beats the Sega sacred in his altered form The altar warm with fresh blood from the scapegoat Hear the sucking sound of desperation's halo A testament to testify, audience to lie to All the blood fit for a kingdom, in a swine stew mix and match ingredients, keep them going for the throat Hatred as the basic blinder, as above, gore below The coursest load delivered with a viciousness epiphany A beam up light to bring believers to the rapture’s lips to bleed the damsel in distress on the gravy train's track Money being made there's no way we ever came back Spinning wheels see reflections of veneers in the tears From the guns and the missiles and the mines and the fears And the signs of the years disappear in a haze Dystopia the meal that we’re heaping on our plate With a demon and saint being reason to betray The seizures and procedures and it’s easier to stay Paramecium appeasing them the keys are in a safe Trying to find an answer feels like I’m reaching into flame Keeping with the aim of holding spots, behold the golden glocks Apples of the eye of the beholder at the top Appraising every item, every piece of us is merch Monetize the data make a name and make a church Make it hurt, fists pound the naked earth, praising work A holographic carrot that they’re parroting for worth