Heist

Under bruised skies
Steel and blood sweat
From skin
Our hearts humid like the mouths of wolves
We are the sons of chaos
Left wild in darkness
Beneath the moon
Trampled flowers in mud
With knives for petals
We will take our peace of mind
And we won’t be the last
We won’t be the last
This the west
Where young men are eaten and vomited kings
Heist!
This a heist of the american dream
Heist!
We will take our peace of mind
And we won’t be the last
We won’t be the last
This is
A heist of the american dream
This is a heist