Monthly Archives: July 2011

That’s Not Ink on your Fingers..

Handling the bite that feeds you

Banding around the lies that eat you

Pandering to what they seek to

Scandalize just to please you..

Buying the feast that starves you

Denying that this beast charms you

Supplying the air it causes harm to

Then crying when it alarms you

You pay the penny while they take their pound

Of whatever flesh happens to be around

But you don’t pay the price while they take their slice

Of whatever dirt they have or haven’t found

Fucking with lives they first familiarize

To you..their adoring fans..

Well, that’s not ink on your fingers

That’s blood on your hands..

No that’s not ink on your fingers

That’s blood on your hands..

Inspiring the judge within you

Requiring so little of you

Firing your need not to

Desire any thought to come from you

Accept that they’re lying to you

Reject that they’re doing it for you

Expect them to want to keep you

Respect the lives they fuck with by fucking them too..

You pay the penny while they take their pound

Of whatever flesh happens to be around

But you don’t pay the price while they take their slice

Of whatever dirt they have or haven’t found

Fucking with lives they first familiarize

To you..their adoring fans..

Well, that’s not ink on your fingers

That’s blood on your hands..

No that’s not ink on your fingers

That’s blood on your hands..

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