POETRY

New Empire

in the charcoal hills by the mountainside
I find myself barely alive
breathing in the fumes x3
in the dark there’s a secret in the deepest cave
I watch a million men
become a million slaves
(chorus)
There’s no where to run
once you succumb,
your soul belongs to the
Charcoal hills

I can’t believe, a thing I see
not a shred or scrap
of individuality..

The Death of a salesmen will set you free
from fashionable mediocrity
Put your heart on a name brand sleeve
it might as well be one that just bleeds

It tears the seams as it breaks reams
like a pack of thieves

(chorus)

Abercrombie and Fitch was the new empire
so lets stand in line and watch this big as fire
we will sing in a heavenly acquire
here’s a slice of the pie!