Before you walk upon gold.
You need to feed that greed.
Dining with beguiling swine.
For a chance to sell the lies.
Consuming the malefic code.
Benumbing your distinctions.
No longer a witness to their slaughter.
That spilled blood is never coming clean.
Offering pride for sacrifice upon that altar.
Red flame black smoke excites the beasts.
On a dirty mattress locked inside your head.
Is where that mislead mind truly gets fucked.