Bled Dry

Hate is a strong word,
But not strong enough
For a vision so bereft of life.
Pseudo intellect,
Stuck in the artifacts
Of distant glories passing you on by.
Run, scramble for the taste.
Just one more chance in case.
You can suck the life from the inside.
Straight from the back of others.
Straight dropped and hacked from others,
Bled from the back of those that build your throne.
Straight from the back of others.
Straight dropped and hacked from others,
Bled from the back of those that build your throne.
Bled dry.
There's nothing left to bite.
Simplified archytypes,
Enarmored visions of rot you crave.
Rising up to the surface,
Goading your petty servants to drive your ego on and on.
Made up celebrity, vomit our tragedy.
Cut out the heart of what you will never see.
Straight from the back of others.
Straight dropped and hacked from others,
Bled from the back of those that build your throne.
Bled dry.