Satelites are mirrors and a man without a home
A horse and a rider and a clever cunning killer
Silent in error and vocal in spotlights
Lying always sucking on a bottle of that sweet
Indulgent fluid
Oh greed oh yes
Your friendship as a fog
That disappears when the wind redirects
You, yes you
A father's expectations, soul soaked in spit and
Urine
And you gotta make it where
To a sanctuary that's only a fragile american
Hell
An empty dream
A selfish, horrific vision
Passed on like the deadliest of viruses
Crushinh you