Pull the dead tooth from the fucking root. The bad seed grows inside of all of us. The promise land is a promise unkept, standing in line waiting for the end of days. Please god just send death, sweet death to come and take me. Smoke signals won’t reach me, the fire has burnt out. Piss and blood stains all around. This was once a hallowed ground. Sucking milk and honey from wounds on the wrists of god. Taking back what's rightfully ours. Make it right, pain for pain. I cannot stay in your suffering. Sterling gates painted gold.