Embedded in the minutia
To you, it's justified
Appeased by bread and circuses
Superficially gratified...
Blood vessels burst
As I watch you shove your face
With scraps and bones
How does it taste?
(Never got your fill)
Same old f****** thing
Constantly starving
A bottomless pit...
To you, it's justified
Appeased by bread and circuses
Superficially gratified...
Blood vessels burst
As I watch you shove your face
With scraps and bones
How does it taste?
(Never got your fill)
Same old f****** thing
Constantly starving
A bottomless pit...