Tekster: Wrestling. Prong- "Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck".

nothing breeds more contempt for this world
than memories now formed every moment
a new seed is grown to no reason the
trouble unfolds for the trials of today
i'm no jury really don't care how you feel the pleasant notion of miraculous change
drifts into multiple jeers you want the good life
you break your back you snap your fingers
you snap your neck seconds drip thru my hands
washed of moments unborn all the spaces
between bleed a tribute to a sacrament

never exposed a message to the forces,
I've no pity don't know how thankful to feel expectations
of my daily bread gives me the hunger to steal