The Demon of Unreality Limping Like a Dog

We all become grifters

When we see what's left to sell

Big bucks for the sharper bayonets

False starts for the stars of failure wars

FutureBASIC lacking polymath

Lockstep with his peers' moral code

He'll burn when we black out the sun

He cut your ties off feline laser pointer headlines

Which horse you bet on doesn't matter

And there's nothing cosmic about it

So is it worth it?

Lycan, demonic under any moon

So push your weight around a little harder

Or again we succumb

For one fang doesn't shake the other's hand

There is so little of heaven and earth that you need to know, Horatio

You will cross no oceans, but retain the worst of every land

Some of you need "Death of the Author"

And the rest just death altogether

It all depends on who was born dramatic

I ran the numbers at the hospice bingo

Don't know what I thought I was looking for

The baccalaureate of the yellow-headed Amazon

But I'd rather be fed to the birds of the Esquiline

My oblivion in loose earth

It's the last chance to take a breath

The last chance to fake your death

The last chance to trade words in our cage

'Til we run out of ones we know

Ones we know

Which horse you bet on doesn't matter

And there's nothing cosmic about it

So is it worth it?

Lycan, demonic under any moon

So push your weight around a little harder

Or again we succumb

(I gotta ham this up)

All you sycophants

All you whores

Waiting and waiting to bite

Limp like a dog

Arf, arf, arf

Limp like a dog