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"Rigged"
by Jeph Johnson
Sometimes we want
To feel we're enough
To act extra tough
More real or more rough
Sometimes for sure
We need a few more
More ways to allure
Or simply endure
But the world is rigged
Get up off that dirty floor
Don't let illness override ya
Do some screaming, put some
Gleaming metal inside ya
There are so many ways
To get the needle to guide ya:
Medical masochists practicing
With skilled Mistresses their kinks
The junkie injecting heroin
And we call this habit his "fix"
The bouncer's wondering what ink his
Sleeveless arms would look best in
But we still don't know what to think
When diabetics dose their insulin
The world is rigged
We offer the world our worst barters
When waves become a flood
We're still just pierced martyrs
Feeling honored giving blood
The world is rigged
We wear the badge of tragedy
Poking through our skin
Bleeding through so gingerly
Inside out, outside in
The world is rigged
The hectic pace of life
The frantic feel of doom
The chaotic kiss of strife
All puts needles in our arms
The hectic pace of life
The frantic feel of doom
The chaotic kiss of strife
It's no wonder we self harm
Our world is rigged
