Song for the Pigs that Hold the Power

Steel structures rise all over the red dead river. Shine like the future, sad and cold. Hypnotic flames among the neon lights. Is bright as hell but dark inside.

Just because you shine and feel like steel, cold steel. For being so big, so imponent and unreachable


For all the blood inside you which doesn’t belong to you. All the greatness and the misery surrounds you but doesn’t touch you.

Do you really think you’re better?


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