Day Fifteen: Citizenihilist - Trap Them

Get them propped and boxed, and fixed on forced remarks…

On haggard glimpse, on a primal blitz

And meet me at the hole where the bodies are dumped

In a glistening front yard

Smell what I smell, taste what I taste

Live the life of bygone bricks

In the stomachs of scenic waste

'tis the minute of ours…

And bury us with our grenades

Underneath the steps of the running corpses

They can erect their walks of fame

While we suicide bomb every last pacified name

Bring me disease

And storm the cells bring me the virus

And unleash hell

Bring on the fucking plague

In the heart of the decade reign

I want to ruin my life and die how I die…

With my hair on fire and the dust of my skin

In the blink of a billion renegade eyes

Fuck my health, and fuck our health

Let’s get desperate

Now