Saccharine - Paint It Black

Lowered expectations met.

Once were wolves

Now domesticated pets.

Hijacked syntax

Footprints on our backs.

I guess in retrospect

We should have covered our tracks

But we see what’s underneath, the empty

Threat when they bare their teeth.

Like priests

We speak a dead language, written in sand.

We

Need a new lexicon, devils be damned

Now M.B.A.'s twist the DNA

I guess the kids have had their say

No Way