dreamt i was the prophet of this new dark age; dreamt i was awake

or else fall in love in the
age of famine, or else fall to your knees

maybe learn how to suck,
maybe learn how to crawl

maybe pull the trigger

lick the blood off the floor
like a true believer,
and always the sound of trains in the distance

always the sound of sirens

weight of the silver sun
in its pewter sky

news of assassination
someone’s got to pay for all of
this pain and suffering,
so why not start at the top?