MONEYMAKER by Charter Ghost

Moneymaker, what have I done
I have brought myself down
bringing punches all around
And even though what I became
is old enough to drown

Benny Mayhem has come for me
while my neighbors beheaded themselves
and I have lost my sweater
its so cold in the open air
like needles
prickling against my skin

and I promised I would never go back there

Moneymaker, what have I done
Accept my blood as payment
remove it from the pavement
and when you're done, dispose of me
make me become a motif
of my mangled arms

• Punk
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