BOON: "A Man Who Made a Dollar"

I DO NOT LIE CHEAT OR BREATHE I DO
NOT OPEN I DO NOT STARE AT THE
TEMPTATION WHEN IT FIGHTS THE
CLOSING MESSAGE I DO NOT KILL
THE SPACES I DO NOT SEE I DO NOT
FIGURE THE EQUATION'S FORWARD
OR RENDER IT ORIGIN

FADE

TO THE MILLIONS OF HEARTBROKEN
LADS EVERYWHERE THEIR DAUGHTERS
SAD I DO NOT LISTEN TO THE BREATHING
LEAVES I DO NOT STILL IF BORN ON WINGS
MY PLACENTA OVERCOME I DO NOT RUN
FOR OFFICES IN THEIR WASTING DAYS
THE PLAY ITS OFFAL EVER COMELY

BUN

WAIT I DO NOT PALE I DO NOT REAR THIS
MERCHANT IN A TEMPLE THRU IDLE DAYS
BEFORE THE GLOAMING I DO NOT SEEK
TO FEEL ITS CHURNING I DO NOT GIVE
IN EASILY I DO NOT CARE TO PART WITH
YOU AND WILL FOREVER REMAIN IN
PERFECT HARMONY

GUESS