The Demon of Unreality Limping Like a Dog

We all become grifters When we see what's left to sell Big bucks for the sharper bayonets False starts for the stars of failure wars Future basic lacking polymath Lockstep with his peers' moral code He'll burn when we black out the sun He cut your ties off feline laser pointer headlines Which horse you bet on doesn't matter And there's nothing cosmic about it So is it worth it? Lycan, demonic under any moon So push your weight around a little harder Or again we succumb For one fang doesn't shake the other's hand There is so little of heaven and earth that you need to know, Horatio You will cross no oceans, but retain the worst of every land Some of you need "Death of the Author" And the rest just death altogether It all depends on who was born dramatic I ran the numbers at the hospice bingo Don't know what I thought I was looking for The baccalaureate of the yellow-headed Amazon But I'd rather be fed to the birds of the Esquiline My oblivion in loose earth It's the last chance to take a breath The last chance to fake your death The last chance to trade words in our cage 'Til we run out of ones we know Ones we know Which horse you bet on doesn't matter And there's nothing cosmic about it So is it worth it? Lycan, demonic under any moon So push your weight around a little harder Or again we succumb (I gotta ham this up) All you sycophants All you whores Waiting and waiting to bite Limp like a dog Woah, woah, woah Limp like a dog