[Diablo]

losing

consciousness again. not everyone you’ve ever met
wants to be your friend out here, nobody is that special
still rob you if i met you and we spoke for a minute
don’t make a difference to me either way. owe me them digits
or know that you’re finished. small talk push the price up
want some advice chump? if you see me keep your fucking eyes shut
guttersnipe tucking a butterknife under the waist back in the day
fashioned a bladed article from it, making sure the handle was taped
we cut different. must love stitches to stand in my way
every animal caged in the concrete zoo got plans to escape it
we’re trapped in a matrix of modern mesopotamia
everyone hailing from somewhere we didn’t choose. destined for failure
pressing the brakes a second too late before we collide
causing a pile up. only all the survivors already died
caustic inside, rotten throughout. just another body to count
impact meant someone hit the ground and did not even bounce
unstoppable force, soaking up the shock we absorb
product of more than my environment, but improbable fortune
at one with my thoughts. sending a prayer to whoever’s upstairs
kept me prepared, or at least more so than my enemies fared…