There are no winners this year Choking on values and fears Gyroscope smash to pieces Stalled locomotives The sky demon invoked Vines dangling like whores Yet the flames grow The 80's nuclear sell Folding and folding All drop like flies All cower like mice Infected and inflicting Falling for the plague Man will always turn Into the beast That some feel is Not in them Yet god is a beast (l was) The comatose The overdoses Like salt on the wounds Cracks in the pavement Sour faith For the sake of sanity Because its is all laid out The deaths are looming The bells are tolling For you and your kind Your god is a beast (as am I)