Mosh Poem by Gianni Vespucci

Ride with Michael, Until the sun
Acting like we don't know no one
With the whole city undone
Brutes around like Huns
Old friends get shunned
Rich and lavish get bummed
Cops on the run
Our life TradeMark, The only one
Nobody believe in us
No faith, relief or trust
All they see is us blowing clouds like dust
Do what you must
To survive in the wastelands
Trust you're not in safe hands
Analysands
Living in a fable
Only psychopathic labels
Straight lines on the table
And life's least stable
No one's heard of beautiful
City's been ran through with cults
Never ending dull results
Pacifists with molotovs, Babies over stove tops
Elderly that smoke rocks, Occults coming up in flocks
Leave them with their eyes wide open
Take some time to let it soak in
No way out, But they're still floating
Low cost living like the country Ismael's tribe's in
Hard headed or just headless
No single drug lord
Push blow like they're restless
Life's now a uselless jewel
People being used as tools
Bodies lay in bloody pools
Anarchy has arisen
Sanity overruled
In full