Hungry mouths to feed
Sick aggregate
Sworn in, scorning
Fast and just wheezing for air
And hail

Golden phrasing I
Lights and principles
Only squeaking
Luck’s ferocious left hand
Stalled

Now multiply a ten-strong baying million
All charred, all hearts full of hurting
Testifying in me

Thwart this ditzy scene
Gilded capital
Hanging, swinging
Loss of fury, heed, loss of spark
Raise! Pull!

Now multiply a ten-strong baying million
All charred, all hearts full of hurting
Testifying in me
Please calming time and disarm to cease this lynching army
Bad hour, condemned and revolting
Lasting out not shortly

All ranting, merciless chanting, smash my legs beneath me
Lives darkly, this is the moment
Honest, this is rid me