Ass or art
Arch or ache,
Its so disgusting.
there’s no debate.
What your state,
where’s your war,
Who’ you talking to,
Why schedule more?
Its your agenda,
Its your grace,
you’ve sold your soul,
just for a taste.
Church wont resolve,
nor salvation bring,
Its all in the ear,
until you hear the ring.
The buzz below the surface,
the bodies call for action.
when silence falls upon your self,
you know what said and happ’n
With millions of little cells at work,
organs working skelter.
Its skin and bones,
and while the flesh atones,
No-one found the laughter..