plastic rainbow rings announcing things
but doing nothing
meaningless stickers that grace
the places near your plates
Pitching pennies in the well
begging for escape from hell
double down, roll the dice
do what you feel
we're livin' right
Kiss the ring, kneel and pray
bow your head, penance paid
ashes on your face, cash is in the plate
what is this faith?
what is this? faith?
I'm giving up on living
pot committed
and the chip chip chip away
Time to take a stand
fuck these cards I'll fold the hand
I'm not dead, but I'm ready
I'm ready any day
Insane, incipient convictions senselessly await
life inside man's infestation
we're way past superstition
we're gonna break
we're gonna break
