bMi80 ETRSD from RadicooL by 185668232

Eat the rich, shit and die,
Starve the poor, break and cry.
Hangry, sleepless, losing mind,
No food left, no hope to find.
Laws for sale, truth is gone,
Flesh and bone won’t last long.
Feed the grave or feed the street—
The starving dead can’t rise, can’t eat.

Stomach skins rub, paper thin,
Folded hollow, pulled within.
An Acid Reflux Sermon
Every breath tastes like bile,
Gutted thought lost to the vile.
Shitting acid, burning holes,
Dreaming bread, rats, and coals.
The world’s a table set for kings,
For us, just guts and sufferings.

Yellow poison, leaking slow,
Spitting fire, nowhere to go.
Burping up my inner lining,
Metal blood, teeth unwinding.
I watch the shelves, can’t afford,
The dollar’s blade, the grocery sword.
Steal or die—these are the laws,
Built by pigs with gold-clawed paws.

Brain’s dissolving, thought erased,
No sleep, no dream, no gentle grace.
Synapses starved, instincts flare,
I’d gnaw my arm but no strength there.
Memory’s gone, future’s a blur,
Nothing left but hunger’s slur.
No one works, no one wakes,
Only breaking, twitching shakes.
Mind Rot / Brain Soup
Body turns to poop

Steal or starve—no other way,
Food is locked, debts to pay.
Thieves or Corpses
Corporations own the law,
Cops protect what lobbyists draw.
I’m just meat, breaking slow,
A shadow coughing in the snow.
Thieves or Corpses
Rights were sold for stocks and war,
A can of beans costs more and more.

Cramps like cables twist inside,
A ribcage furnace set to fry.
Preaching to a choir inside
Calories low no fuel for fire
Bent in half, pissing sand,
Chewing plastic with a bleeding hand.
Try to beg but the banks don’t care,
The landlords grin, the shelves stay bare.
Every groan’s a protest note,
But they choke us silent by the throat.

No rest, no dreams, no sleep tonight,
Eyes wide crusted, veins pulled tight.
Adrenal glands squeezed dry as bone,
Mad from famine, cold as stone.
Brains digesting brains for fuel,
Humans broken, beasts and ghouls.
The market’s god eats us whole,
Turns flesh to gold and spits out coal.
Sleepless Wreck
Why you’re so sketchy

No more workers, no more pay,
The body count climbs every day.
Machines grind silent, halls grow dark,
No one left to make the spark.
A planet fed to corporate greed,
Sowed in hunger, reaped in need.
Starving ghosts in city streets,
Dragging bones where flesh once eats.

The final breath smells like rot,
Dreams of food that time forgot.
The body folds, the mind gives way,
To acid drip and hunger’s sway.
I see the towers crumble slow,
Fat kings fall with nowhere to go.
Their lawyers fed, their papers signed—
But they die too, just last in line.

End of Labor
The Last Bite
Universal war
Automation in sight
Abolish hunger
Subsidize nutrition
From farms to shelves
3D printed culinary kitchens

Eat the rich, shit and die
Eat the rich, shit and die
Eat the rich, shit and die
Eat the rich, shit and die

• Experimental
• avant garde
• glitch
• noise
• post-pop
• singer-songwriter
• Brooklyn