The District Attorneys Are Selling Your Blood

The irony of process

You just sit there,

Watching yourself from nothingness

Thinking of nothing specific

It is hard

To imagine a philosophy

By someone

Who might not even be able to think

Entertainment from the

Slaughterhouse

We are the architects of daily

Madness

We chew up meat with our teeth

And destroy things that are better

Than us

While seeing your world grow

He remains a child

And now he sees what you are doing

And can't undestand

But you actually really don't know

What Charlie thinks

Because he didn't say anything about

Himself

We chew up meat with our teeth

And destroy things that are better

Than us