Ouroboros

Like a nuclear war this is a game no one wins

Glory through conflict pervades pawn and king

No angels in sight where this story begins

Halo's tend to slip when immersive in sin

In these dark days she seldom see's relief

Less money coming in but more mouths to feed

Trickle down's syphoned off from the community

Scorched earth tactic of big industry

While one halves eaten

The other half eats

And the cycle repeats

Though the scales remain tipped every story has two sides

He helps paint the picture of how the other half reside

Very well rehearsed at turning blind eyes

Ignore the consequences so long as pockets get lined

But when limits get pushed needs turn to desperation

Strapped with a blade and a nihilistic education

The fear in their eyes no longer registers inside

In this concrete jungle you get dehumanised

While ones halves eaten

The other half eats

And the cycle repeats

Time waits for no one flows reel to reel

Lost in the jungle of concrete and steel

Hunter becomes the hunted on the wrong side of town

Tensions seem to rise as the sun goes down

Another wrong turn he comes face to face

With the monster, whose actions, he helped create

His back against the wall, his ribs feel the blade

Those thickly lined pockets now don't seem so safe

And the blood

Drains from his face

As he struggles

To break the embrace

She's got nothing to lose

He just can't compete

He bleeds out on the floor and the cycle repeats