In a country more concerned about Avon than Treyvon;
Silence when the games on;
The games is life and were all off on a grand adventure so hang on,
To your morals, your characteristic and floral glasses
As we pass this endless light that blinds and binds me to the sidelines.
They don't ask why, nor do they respond to our questions,
So without any answers the best we have is guessing,
Never second; never a second to get direction
So we hold on to dear life in fear that we might ignite an interception
Of own path to their wrath.
Unwrap another gift bag
Filled with tanks and guns that make me numb,
And gum for kicking ass;
Chew it up and spit it down,
As your shoe sticks to the ground,
Because they don't want you coming back attracting all their crowds.
Check the crown and how it glistens in the light.
Similar to the knife of the thieves in the night when they strike;
I stroke another brush upon the canvas,
And camp in this pretty dream I painted with permanent encampments.
Beautiful enhancements to the bereaving bleeding receeding seeds
That do nothing but fill the gastanks that are supposidly empty.
Succulent is the canteen of the woolymamoth bantering jackals;
Thats a force with an infinite source of power they use to tackle down opponents.
Caught in their butterfly nets
Like spider webs, if used properly you can burrow in the dead.
Fix an establishment in the madness of a war-time caccoon,
Continuously it consumes while the landscape is bruised,
Meaning we attacked the inside for whatever we can use.
Attack the outside with crusades of missiles that cruise
Then fuse alliances and destroy the rest with fission.
Take the spoils minus the oil for unfair division,
Secular visions of Godly powers; zero hour;
Who survives when the sky falls onto ours?
With astronomic atomic bomb threats,
The world is held hostage by our own bayonets.
Congress meets in crowded malls instead of lecture halls
In a room that wreaks of one-thousand cigarettes.
One thousand silhouettes now rest on the concrete
But don't speak because a shadow's ill fate and attempt to flee
Ended in split second annihilation.
Mushroom cloud visions cause dilation,
Of the minds eye and to my surprise
The skies were dyed red while those that participated fled.
The one precent didn't prevent but precipitated the events that split
One nation into scars, indivisible unlike the large charred body parts.
They charge while invisible to take down all the liberals
And liberators of living now more ironic than giving
A round of applause then a pause, to commemorate a traitor without a cause.
Imagine a war without a loss
That's not cold and doesn't have to cost
The lives of the many but the minds of the few.
Imagine a feud within one whole city
Over the food that is stale instead of fuel or going to jail.
Take the government and mint them into fresh bills.
Change up the process and let the private factor build.
Before they kill and reel in their meals
And after the burn down the lumber mill
Is when Navy Seals will spill into the streets
And sweep anything that they think will compete
Against the vets and jets that make up our congress.
Until then read your chapter ones and magazine covers
About lovers that go under the knife together
To fix a mask onto our past and blind us from the future.
