Bodygetta - Cassino

I’ve seen biblical men

Crumble in a digital wind

A decomposing myth

That choked on tiny microchips

They said it’s privilege

I say it’s primitive

We’re the coat check

Of the gods and galaxy heads

I’ve gotten a delicate gift

Wrapped in time but slightly ripped

I’ve seen black cocaine

Churning a neon brain

Golden grenades

Tossed in ghettos to the waste

An electric hurricane

Has flooded everything

Turned the seas lame

Turned it’s sailors just the same

And I’ve gotten a terrible itch

My garden’s growing glass and brick