I am not clean

I am unkempt

And not by choice

I don’t pretend

It boils my blood within

I seen what’s happening

Can’t fight against the winds

You ain’t got oxygen

You ain’t got much of hope

You’re broke

It’s what you know

Can’t grow without the rains

You dry up

Cracked lips

Hold on to a fucking dollar

It’s there’s such a name

Call it squalor

What would you know of pain?

You’re washed up and everything

Here comes some hollow words

Communion never worked

Just wear your collared shirts

And crucify the dirt

In all in everything

My favorite sport was sin

Not just in yester-tense

Still live for the sting