From Filth

In the filth
Of the lying purveying hypocrisy
Of this dying forbading "democracy"
I will go unassuaged

To the hilt
Disgorged by the powers that claim to be
No truth more disproved than equality
In the "land of the free"

We can go no more
Straight to hell, back, then more than before
When there's no where left to go
When there's no where they don't know
Left to grow

So in filth
In contempt and exemption from policy
One attempt at retention of sovereignty
I can know no other way

To the hilt
Disgorged by the hand of necessity
No man shall command what is left of me
Whatever is left will be free
Whoever is left will be free

And we'll know no more
Than the hell and its sources before
But there's no where we can't go
No, there's no where we can't grow
So, where do we go?