Collectors Gonna Collect Me Someday

Wasted and wounded, I still adhere to wishing to be some new state

This country made his compatriots buried in the mud

This county slived hopeless ones until they broke into crumbles

This street has no vision, 

It’s useless to bond each shambles together, rife with unrecognizable blood stains and toils

No one can creep into the dragon’s nest and see the deflective meanings on his unsharpened teeth anymore

I’ll die here against my will, and I’ll stock myself in a pine box 

And collectors gonna collect me someday, so I’m not here to judge

Everyting’s primal, all the pride’s esteemed 

My gun sleeps like a hunter’s, my pleasure gets lost

My deeds are tangled, time lays in a deathbed

My loved ones are ghosts, slaying themselves and wearing skins 

I’m an antique sculpture that stan...