There is no binary understanding

These wolves can breathe but talk is f*cking cheap

No one breathes for anything but flavors of the week

From coast to coast you will find me here in this coup alone

For years we'll roam, these are our hours wasted afloat

I swear to (god)

My minds made up and my feet stand still

I have no love for these creatures and I never f*cking will

Counting blessings and cheap rhetoric

I swear you will never live to be part of this

Spineless

Faceless

Bold and basic