Saccharine by Paint It Black
Lowered expectations met. Once were wolves,
Now domesticated pets. Hijacked syntax,
Footprints on our backs. I guess in retrospect
We should have covered our tracks.
But we see what's underneath, the empty
Threat when they bare their teeth. Like priests
We speak a dead language, written in sand. We
Need a new lexicon, devils be damned.
Now M.B.A.'s twist the DNA
I guess the kids have had their say.