Old Friend

RIPPED TONGUES RIGHT DOWN THE CENTER

WITH BACKS OF STEEL AND KNIVES OF GOLD

ONE DAY, YOU’LL EAT YOUR WORDS

WITH YOUR FORKED TONGUES

“HELLO DARKNESS MY OLD FRIEND”

WHEN WILL THIS AGONY FUCKING END

MARCHED TO THE DRUM OF A TYRANT

BUT LOST THE BEAT, AND WALKED OUT OF TIME

I WALKED AMONG THE DEAD STILL BREATHING

I VENTURED INTO DARKNESS

YOU WILL EAT YOUR FUCKING WORDS