Collateral - Twelve Foot Ninja

The deal is fixed,

The cards are cut,

All of the heathens,

They are drinking from the cup,

This crooked game,

Is not of luck,

Digging down,

To reach the top,

Followers all scream for more until

they’re drunk,

And all god’s children

could give a fuck.

The way of the beast is

tragedy by design,

Collateral waste,

Will you drown

in the noise you have made?

Surrounded by darkness,

You won’t hide from the lights,

There is no escape,

From the ones

who would profit from shame,

Will you drown

in the noise you have made?

The wings are clipped,

The bird half-cut

Gone is the one who made her

home among the stars,

A fall from grave,

Becomes her art,

Digging down,

No looking up,

When the riches and rewards

are not enough,

And all god’s children

could give a fuck.

They’ll chew you up,

And spit you out,

The promise of demise

is a religion,

The audience makes no sound,

They can’t take their eyes

off a collision.

When enough is enough,

Not enough is too much.