"Bed to the Bills II...
I have found the bloody key that lets the loud out,
They will take your selfemployment duty’s
drain them of their butterscotch and you…
And your cool arm of its ruby trickle…
Then grind and file it through the keyholed eye of prison cells for one...
And call it mail about you…
They will see infant sons as unstrung marionettes of able flesh and father death
Somewhere between literacy, religion and life expectancy
There will be men
Who have become brutal in their self preservation…
Surviving by their cells and slightest mights…
Cysts growing up the lineing of them…
Fragile in the suck of everyday toward the sun…
and so you walk,
predicting all possible presents in ever
to bits...and back,
from the bed to the bills, you see nothing but pit within pit within pit within pit...
an undeniable feeding on you and more this....
I LOVE MarkusAcher....
this song exists only on "Yell&Ice" the RMX Machine for For Hero:For Fool..."