what's the LOS
what's the LOS
what's the LOS of my life
black dust from foreign lands
impedes our ability to reason
beyond these 10 hours of slavery
these rain drops like 10,000 nails
sealing us in this metal coffin
searching for cracks in our tomb
to bask in stolen rays of freedom
abominate this flesh
as it rips
as we bleed
sing this torture on this OP
65 feet above
with this lanyard around my neck headed down
escaping these cardboard cuts
they're killing me