The Lesser, the Weak, the Coroner

Snuff out the lesser the weak
Such a selfish way to think
So close to an intense insanity

The human skin tone downgrade
Son's listen to orders get away from them
Terminated contract put them into the dust
The future where we exist without regret

The coroner cares not
He was blasted fucking blind
For him the mystery is in the last breath
Not in how we label the human downgrade

Snuff out the lesser the weak
Such a forbidden way we think
So close to an intense insanity

Broken lips and bruised flesh
Youth beatings over sexual preference
A son's footsteps of a father's ignorance
Freedom for the blessed not the weak

The human skin-tone downgrade
Of this we must never believe

Like the coroner I wish I were blind
Born free of a malicious mental crime
For him the mystery is in the last breath
Not in how we labeled them
Into the human sexual preference, skin tone, income downgrade

Snuff out the lesser the weak
Such thinking must be unborn
So close to an open hatred intensity