Fuck City

Scum will rise and floods both sides. We find success in repression, self-forgiveness of sin.
Surrounded by strangers: crchangel of nonsense, Patron Saint of classlessness. Bookended by bullshit of sin.
Filth like rain like a goddamn hurricane.
The sound of no hands clapping, the sound of no hands clapping.
Filth like rain like a goddamn hurricane.
Misery measured in mass, cruelty in god's law.
God's cold land.