Lawless

We play around and call it mindless fun.

They call us family and be submit.

Little do they know we have our own wit.

We pull the trigger and fire the gun.

We make cannibals out of ourselves.

The chef cackles in delight as we feast.

Sweet aroma masks the unsightly beast. 

We stash our sins behind their rotting shelves.

Laws have no power in this old-world tale.

Take a whiff, a sip, then down the whole thing.

A tragedy awaits us, angels sing.

I befriend the enemy to prevail.