Cassino Bodygetta
I've seen biblical men
Crumble in a digital wind
A decomposing myth
That choked on tiny microchips
They said it's privilege
I say it's primitive
We're the coat check
Of the gods and galaxy heads
I've gotten a delicate gift
Wrapped in time but slightly ripped
I've seen black cocaine
Churning a neon brain
Golden grenades
Tossed in ghettos to the waste
An electric hurricane
Has flooded everything
Turned the seas lame
Turned it's sailors just the same
And I've gotten a terrible itch
My garden's growing glass and brick
