Assume a posture of confidence
Such simple smiles
Fueled by erotic violence
Picking at an empty scar
So deep we have fallen so far
Into our desperate thirst filled need
Laughing gently as we bleed
Hidden in the shadows of suburban blight
From the helicopters glare our eyes robbed of sight
Tears reflect off the smooth obsidian sky
In silent despair mother hangs her head to cry
Just out reach just out of sight
Her first born claimed by the night
The hunger growing inside
Pushing frail morality aside
Assume a posture of confidence
Such simple smiles
Fueled by erotic violence
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