"The Demon Of Unreality Limping Like A Dog" lyrics

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 another'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 your last chance to take a breath
Your last chance to fake your death
Your last chance to trade words in our cage
'Till 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

Limp like a dog