ossip

man tells me i’ve turned my back on life and I
consider all the ways he’s right

i consider how completely
he’s gotten everything wrong

how bones planted in the bloodsoaked soil
will never be enough to grow a kingdom from and
what if i promise you a war in reverse?

where do we ride to when all of the
houses we’ve ever know have
been burned to the ground?

always some fucker out here with a
loaded gun and a brittle heart looking to
tell you what to believe

always this talk of freedom in terms of
what’s been taken away and
what you’re lucky you still have

the whores you elect and the plates of
shit they keep giving you to eat

tell you it’s better than starving
and then they give you some more

ask if you know how
truly goddamn lucky you really are