4/30/24 - uploaded a newer version. I got some feedback from a friend, which gave me a ton of ideas to add to the song.

Wasn't sure what genre to call this, but i think it is technically rap... Had a lot of fun making this, it started as just a soundscape but then I started experimenting with vocals and just threw together some lyrics:

Slid a little needle With a

bubble in the middle, getting

Lost inside the city, pissing

With the dogs and kitties, missing

What you wouldn’t give me cuz my

Lips are flecked with spittle, I’m a

Griddle-fried survivor of the

War on all that’s little, now I’m

Dancing on the sidewalk in the

Middle of the night, and my

Feet are bare and bloody, but that

Proves that I’m alive before

The hunters of the poor and petty

Come and get me better than the

Shards of glass and metal That I

Use like grassy meadows

Cuz re-

Spect is only given to the

People at the top, so the

ones who get respect are all the

Dandies and the fops, useless

Grifters with a pedigree for

Taking from the ones with needs

Historically that’s just the way that

Things have always been, but now I

Cannot feel my feet, and my

Eyes are seeing red, Could have

sworn I should have died, I guess

I was already dead, not a

Person to the creatures in con-

Troll of all the food, but now they’ve

Taken everything and I’ve got

nothing left to lose

So I’m walking towards a mansion

Making house calls like I'm manson

And I’m bringing something sharp ‘cause

All These boils need some lancin’

Gonna spill a little insides beside

Fireplace and then I’m gonna

Open all the doors and let the

savory scents waft outside, when the

Cops get called we’ll pig-fry

Burn their suits with them still inside

Make a soup out of their boiled bones and

Strip the meat from their thighs, gonna

Get it all right this time, their lies

Cannot cover our eyes, cuz the

Things we’ve seen will be with us un-

Til the day that we die