The Happy Victim's Creed - text
Turns and sweats and makes his lists
Drug-dream-wracked reprobate creeps
Towards the daylight’s tasks in heaps
Makes his home where he can fit
Shops around for flavored swill
Earns new ulcers with that shit
What libels lurk in songs he loves?
What lord commodifies his trust?
You take your cut where you can find it
He just wanted to do his best
But trying only wore him thin
Fuck off, you didn’t live through any of this
Bares his teeth at disrespect
Freedom’s a real pretty word
Take the options you can get
Let distraction succor me
And polish all my edges down
‘Til I am smooth and blank as stone
To better fill my given role
Make me the servant I was born to be
- The Happy Victim's Creed
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- Goat Mockery Ritual
- Trash Talk Landfill
- The Unraveling Part I: He..
- The Unraveling Part II: F..
- The Unraveling Part III: ..
- Empty Tenement Spirit
- 1. Sleeper Agent
- 2. Baudelaire
- 3. White Flag
- 4. Pascal's Wager
- 5. King of All Tears
- 6. The Architect Confesses (..
- 7. Biblioclast Waltz
- 8. Glossolalian
- 9. Correcting a Mistake
- 10. Idiot Circles