Human Cattle/God's Saddle

Today it's blue skies And a fuck I don't have to give Pennies or just pocket lent Pick a cock and choke on it Disposition opulent Disregard for those spent Can't pay the rent So we lent ourselves to be A product of something A commodity to fuck Or to fuck up Either way just morale non-existent Ass for some shelter Drugs for a commune White devils or fear of the minority Writ of passage in the Misery company Or a complex of empty Industrialized flesh suits Step up and fight Then be encaged with the rage Fuck someone up to not die Just to be put away All it is is survival My instincts are primal Horny or homicidal The American dream is Just Hell for those with broken minds There is no God in the streets I have seen ugly It's the outside of society In a modernized jungle A sort of collective of worthless Discarded bastards We're just turds in a shit hole Floating shunned Like blown cum shots No swimmers Just fragments of white trash Ready to be wiped by the Men in blue America's new exiled Like exiled Jews or scorned goons Modern jesuit society's God Electric light fentanyl avenue