Heist - Black Table

Under bruised skies

Steel and blood sweat

From skin

Our hearts humid like the mouths of wolves

We are the sons of chaos

Left wild in darkness

Beneath the moon

Trampled flowers in mud

With knives for petals

We will take our peace of mind

And we won’t be the last

We won’t be the last

This the west

Where young men are eaten and vomited kings

Heist!

This a heist of the american dream

Heist!

We will take our peace of mind

And we won’t be the last

We won’t be the last

This is

A heist of the american dream

This is a heist