the reign of unending terror

each word bitten, every fuck is pronounced, with conviction written, in justice announced, and every hand that feeds is bitten, if it steals from hungry mouths, convention be damned, i know who i am and some words, are just to fucking loud, they can't be ignored, twice our bitter lifetime, tucked tightly in their belts, but spat and bit in such a way, that you just know how it felt, what it means to be a man, and what it means to refuse it, things i learned along the way, while listening to their music, so laugh then cry so i'll try but to laugh again, throw your hands up in the relief, that twenty years won't end their reign, their reign, their reign, the reign of unending terror, the rain that brings us warning, the rain that breaks the sky and gives us hope, for the end of this long night, red sky morning light, the truth is some days i don't have any morals at all, the truth is i left them in the men's room at the truck-stop in the second stall, the truth is some days i don't have any morals at all, the truth is i left them in the men's room at the truck-stop in the second stall, and that's the kind of enemy that obscures, the very core of me, my shallow lacking and disbelief, steps back while flipping the sleeves of, cd books with cold-cocked hooks, flip the kings uplift the rooks, spit on the diamond cuffs, of the real crooks, when you look in my eyes who do you see, when you look in my eyes who is it, when you look in my eyes who do you see, when you look in my eyes who is it