Among the livin
are dead men
walkin

still talkin
sayin’ nothin
to the masses

Stacked upon
blood and
money

and money 
and blood

dead men rulin” 
from the souls
of the families

they eat

even their own
relentless
repetitive
ruin

lies on loop

generation
after
generation

these dead men
believe they are
alive 

and most days
it seems the
livin are eager

to oblige