Here with my friends In the decline of civilization Lighthouse in a desert That once was Lake Mead Kids playing soccer With Jimmy Hoffa's skull Impenetrable as Venice Civilian glowniggers May we fight to the end Like their blind 96 year old Doge Barbarians at the gates Or welcomed by tyrants As Aristotle proclaimed Plumb line of emptiness Swinging slowly like a pendulum To it's halt Orgy of deformed non-binary freaks Bleeding out their binary currency That intoxicated the nations The vultures you expected In windows above ruins Already here in disguise Crawl with stained glass in my palms And dollar padded knees My porch is all that's left Cut off by wall of glitch From the tenement Look at the shrouded estate Above the hills Always stringed with lights Gatsby garden parties I should climb You can't vote your way out of this Given a wheelbarrow You have two options Fill it with bodies Or a million marks We should climb