Street Medicine

Bearing down on the weakness of the fallen

Struggling to breath will I get out of this

Sunken eyes stare back from shallow graves

As the dead rise to overtake the living

This is life through struggle

Where we all walk on pins and needles to please

A phantom pain inside our hearts

Street lights twinkle in the night air

A cure is formed from dirt and disease

Kill the offender before they kill you

Survival of the fittest you must be renewed

Throw out the deception and hold true to fate

There is a life out there waiting for you

All you must do is wake up and grab it

Fire shadows bounce back on broken glass

As smoke fills the air we partake in the dragons breath

Suffering under the weight of the sin we all hold

How hard is it to give up that which we do not own?

Die or be the man that makes you die

Sleep with a knife in your pocket and a gun in your hand

Puritans have long since gone

We are all masochists in a sadistic world

Trapped under the boulders of past failures

The blood now fills the streets like the prophecies of old

Doom and torment are the everyday affairs

In this land where husband burn their wives

And children stone their parents for showing them they're wrong

Bastard halfbreeds roam with no remorse

Without shame they do not cover the distastable things

Clinging to anything that they think will bring power

The word on the street is that all the weak have vanished

Fix me doctor so that I may go on living

In the rundown piece of shit house I call home

Lavendor walls and scented candels are all set up

But what lies under the rug is a puddle of blood

Slay the innocent and bring back the wicked dead

Just another day in the life of demonic child

So much like the life I lived before

Bring about my cure and end another hated life