Moonery

Lock picked by a service sick

Got rich off a bitcoin blitz

But I found the lord in a group chat

I placed my cellphone on a burning stove

And I let my eyes bleed white and gold

And I read your messages composed from your soul

And I forgave every criminal

I said Alexa, can you tell me a list of all American atrocities

I said Alexa, can you tell me, am I gonna die on my bleeding knees

Cock, spark and the drug takes in