Chat Pile - The New World
Mustβve been a dream I was having Mustβve been a delusion of pink and red Every moment that the bird sings sweetly Canβt be captured by the tip of the ballpoint pen I couldnβt take on the weight of existence I couldnβt watch them execute my friends The dark falls whichever way it wants to They came for me and then they made me walk The skull speaks and itβs words are truthful The skull speaks as the wind curves around the rock To be lost To be whole To be bought To be sold To lose hope To lose god To find hate To find law Most are dragged Most are dragged kicking and screaming out Into the new world


















