First in last out overthrown
   It's been picked clean to the bone
   And so hard to remember things
   Like when we used to kill our kings
   Crusading for hypocrisy
   Under our nose the holy bleed
   Crumbling under its own weight
   Apologies if you relate
   'cause
   You cannot kill
   What doesn't die
   Live up to my promise
   My full potential realized
   Death lives right inside your pocket
   Take him out and have a laugh
   Go and piss your life away
   Another ugly waste of clay
   And up above there's no one home
   Why don't you answer your phone?
   Reminding me to learn that poem
   First in last out overthrown
   Because
   A stream of consciousness flows into a river of blood
   Stem this tide of violence
   as it rises like a flood