Rejoice!

they washed me out colors drain off the silk screen and my life is a vanity portrait of meat and bones id sell them my rights to be hung like the christ on a christmas tree burning every king needs a throne and slowly they rattle my cage but im still alive on tv with a few things to say when the world finds another a father and mother then maybe its time to make way for the knife this government of promise dangles hope like a compass but theres a mirror in the hall and a ghost in my guts these birds of a feather will suffer together as the holocaust repeats itself just like a record just like a record ive been fucked in the heart for the sake of my art and if im the target youre still the prey if the bullet wont kill you then maybe ill join you and we can put down the gun and rejoice in the blade and now its time to make way for the knife