Sterile Fortress
by His Hero Is Gone· from 15 Counts Of Arson
the rich have built a fortress around the city complete with all the
"necessities" of life + now they never have to leave (aside from
that yearly vacation to florida) never have to see the home-
less on their streets the vagrants under their feet or
spraypaint on a wall sterile fortress of mansions
+ malls, gold-plated bars seal them in + keep us out
but the heat from a million empty mouths + the left without
is setting it all aflame.