Federal Glands In Resolute

I wrote this in April.

My facade bears grit
Twelve teeth and I loathe this waste-town
Buffetted by the lands I pass through
By every wall in a labyrinth of grey hue

All I breathe does nothing to relieve
The Siren song in choosing right or wrong
All I breathe just boils the Blood in me
Tax me dustless, I wouldn't want to be the leech

I pass my time pulling wings, throwing bottles
Unstable, I'm a drop out - clawing back the contact
Yes I am, yes I am, my heads above the sand
With limbs steadfast teathered in the ground

I dont fuck with law,
I dont smoke the draw
A guilty conscious and a tool of War
You're all thieves and you'll fall to your knee's
You're all thieves and you'll fall to your knee's

All I breathe does nothing to relieve
The Siren song in choosing right or wrong
All I breathe just boils the Blood in me
Tax me dustless, I wouldn't want to be the leech