in high places
i thought the flat smiles
on flat faces
were a good sign
but the flat teeth bit
at the hand that pet it
i now nothing more than
flat out regret it
seeing they just want me to flat line
and i'm so struck in amazement
don't know where to begin
eyeing all the black widows
and the bullshit they spin
'cause the webs snare at me
tellin me i'm bad and unwell
as i take interviews from
the foreman of hell
and he shouts
and i hear
and he scares
and i fear
as he openly condemns all my crimes
but i've learned
to keep clear
utilize
both my ears
and with time
re-alized
that i won't dance with the devil
for even all of his dimes
and that only cells of sticks and stones
will be repressive
don't feed me all your crap
you're about as open minded
as a beartrap
in the corner the meek's
about to turn agressive
