---

Above your corpse god

rampage through the night

all forms

free forms

by force we seize the light

sick of the rumble

sick of the chill

the lord saw fit to create such wounds that time would never heal

sick of the crack pipe eyes

day and night

by the graveyard with my blues

mill towns become meth towns

a whole generation lost to the trailer park mythology of the lost cause

above reality

above society

above you