The Wild Ones Fade

I live in a tree elevated
With elegiac burp
And a frantic smirk
And many frantic equals
And mentally ill secrets
Risk your lives risk your faces
Restored restored frowst punishing
The weak punishing the kind punish
The defenceless punishment
For the wild styled punish
Them who fight punish with illegal
Dose electrocution night that living
Is hell and they wipe out our ability
To speak mutilation is their
Sport we are withering ruins
Where punishment is allowed
We are test subjects take
Us out risk your lives risk
Your faces rescue rescue me