until we drop

by Jason Alan

when the mood strikes

and the inbred apocalypse invites

the blood streams from your eyes

morbid tears

the passion

the flesh

corrupts and destructs

the bodies lie in wait

as more and more lives are taken

and souls are traded

for one more fix

the last fix

every time it’s the last

blinded by the blast

we’re all misunderstood

we’re all good

we’re all evil

we’re all blind

we’re all dead

walking around oblivious

until we drop