Manifest Destination - Trash Talk

The streets are gold

But reek of piss and look like shit

The stench of fear is real

Among the charlatans of dominance

Make no mistake this is the age

Of plague and hate

Our fucked up generation’s come

To seal our grisly fate

Malajusted

Forever fucked

No love for anyone, anyhow, anymore

This curse has ruined me

And everyone can see the truth

I hold behind there eyes is a lie