Chevelle

Rushed and told
And betting continued
Be at their marks
But somehow and hold
And wont be held
Under the spell
Bribed when tried
Is focused on the balling
Of the men to know
God left inside underbelly's choke
Well you all should
At least they'll call us
Men again
For all shadows
That keep on crawling
Out from under close
Behold rest assured
The sleep walking elite
When their days
Are numbered like the shallow
When they sit
On their knees
On their knees
On their knees
As they sit