What happens when you’re buried alive?
Oh! You wouldn’t know.
No, you wouldn’t understand.
Liar, betrayer, destroyer,
Tormenter, beast, manipulator,
And yes, Go ahead!
Smile to the crowd,
Tell them your worth.
Forget my corpse.
Allow me to rot under your golden feet.
And of course! Of course,
You may dance in your riches.
Go ahead! Dance in your filth.
Because even with my rotting skin,
I will glow, and we will rise.
Against the world who worked,
To save the saved; kill the dying.
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