Slums of Liberty

It's not in spite of me

It's because of me

Sweet poverty 

The slums of liberty


Should I wait to breathe

Or should I hold my breath

Is this oxygen 

Worth more than me? 


I have a name you know

A feigned whore's goal

To sell my misery

To and for sweet liberty


Mother nature knows

Just where her glory goes

This precious air I breathe

She made it for me


She's not your glory hole

She has no whore's goal

She breathes your empathy

Justice is liberty


Your minds will rot out 

Of your shining scull

The wind will begin to blow

For whom the bell tolls


And you will fall