A Manifesto Of Tangible Wealth

eloise sits, this privileged corpse a mundane pace offers no struggle denny holds tight chrome death kiss on a platter he enters like raid to a hive what/who do you want to be or would you rather die here tonight this is just an empty, sickening mural of cubicles and apparel draw business with syringes a stethoscope can hear the faint ticks of a nine to five have you ever seen a life much sadder but still you climb