Fallen house. sunken city

Moving photos of ghosts Projected against the chemical smoke It closes all around me A taste bitter as paint thinner Switch the sound off, breathe heavily, They haven't found me-- Slouched over my...

Feed 'em all their meds til they forget what the drugs cost People never question what you're selling them guns for Beat em in the head with the message, with the blunt force Lead em to the edge, tell...