Scavengers

I carry a bag
It's full of my loneliness
A few crumbs for dinner 
And a pillow book for success
Against forces of evil 
Look, how lucky I am
In a hood with no mercy
I grow up in a dark
Violent city
Full of death and despair
No, this is not London
This is Athens, GR
Full of curated places
We may bathe in the sun
Discuss 12 step bullshit
Or how we hate Marx.

Sweet gardens of mothers
Nude selfies and eggs
Like fallen empires
Never learned to respect
Instead we all settled 
Searching for God
On duty-free sales 
All offers expired
On happy greed hunting
Or in a sorry plight
Still death terrifies most
Let's have one last bite
From all trash we are served man
From all leverage lies
From all shit we are told man
By their glorious sites.

And we're all standing here
On the edge of doom
With no exit strategy
Just a ticket to gloom
As we're puking out sorrow
Until we all fall down
The great gamble is freedom
Condemned by demands
I know it's business as usual
I know when to duck
I know the plot thickens, it's tricky my man
But you can have my hands
Search through your wardrobe
Where all is consumed
Devoured by passion
When all our friends were good.
 
And I'll pick the right color
For my uniform shroud
Then I'll pick the right bullets
To take us all fucking down.